About 10 years ago I brought a woman home after a night of hard drinking. When she came downstairs in the morning, she asked "why do you have motorcycles in your living room?". I proceeded to start one (CR250's sound best indoors), she got mad and later told her dad about it. He said "you better marry that guy".
Shortly after that, this woman mysteriously multiplied by osmosis and had gained control of my house. Around the same time, I was forbidden to ride motorcycles under threat of "couch" and "long talks". As you can imagine, things went downhill from there.
After a few years of anguish and depression, I read "The Art of The Deal" by Donald Trump. It gave me the hope and motivation I needed to negotiate "The Great Compromise of 2016" and sneak in what is known as "The Minibike Amendment", which is now widely considered one of the greatest acts of legislative diplomacy in the history of mankind.
I came out of it with a pole barn, an ever growing collection of blown up Predator 212's and I couldn't be happier.