I own a big old Kawasaki and a bigger old Ducati. Yet on this particular day, I was riding a 1977 Honda NC50 with a single-cylinder two-stroke engine that sounds like a swarm of lethargic bees and churns out 2¼ horsepower. Other than the little ape-hanger handlebars, it looks like a pocket bicycle.

Hells Angels would never. I enjoy the malaise machine all the same.