We like to look at our lives metaphorically as the process of towing a motorcycle. It all started we bought our fist motorcycle as teenagers and it all broke down from there. Next thing you know we got several motorcycles before a collection has begun. The, when it finally comes to time to all in the tow truck because we’ve gone too far, we’re only halfway there, and must settle as being old men with teenagers still inside of us.

Now you may not understand the metaphorical significance of this, but that’s fine, because over the long-haul we’ll be explaining this a lot more in further detail.

So we thank you for joining us and beckon you to stay in your motorcycle seats as we take you on a bumpy ride.

Too bad motorcycles don’t have seat belts…