Many years ago, when I was working in a small town in Ohio, the local boys would hang out at the ice cream stand on the park and criticize cars and motorcycles. Motorcycles were, of course, "cool" and much admired.

One fine summer's evening two choppers, ridden by dudes in full leathers and smoked-front helmets roared up and parked. The local yokels all made for the bikes, wanting to be the first to talk to the riders. Then the very shapely redhead removed her helmet and shook out her hair, followed by the blonde. The "boys" were truly taken aback, especially when the women pointed out that they'd customized the bikes from stock machines....