Warning Labels Required

This new machine of mine is just like my sweet bride — way out of my league, almost like forbidden fruit, beautiful enough to make heads turn, dangerous enough that both require a warning label, and guaranteed to leave the other fellas wondering who I must’ve murdered to get so lucky. And with both, I’m hanging on for dear life with a big smile on my face.

Life is one tasty cake… but I’d be lying if I said that lotsa HP and torque isn’t the icing.