Where once I was a child, squeaking his little horn at life's frustrations; tooting his squeak-toy for want of attention from the adults. . .I was merely laughed at, scorned even!, for my high-pitched annoyances.
But now. . .yes. . . now, I am a man. A man! Whose balls have dropped, whose voice is booming! A sight to behold! Demanding attention, resounding with the testosterone and hubris of the warrior-class!
Yes. . . alas, I am a man.
Thank you KTM Twins. . .and thank you, PIAA.
(Now I must get back to my weight-lifting. . . there are 20 more clean-n-jerks to be done before my whiskey break).