I"am happy that some one knows what they are talking about.
OTIS 
Blah, Blah, Blah,............................Talk is cheap. Everybody's "'gonna" outrun somebody. You, or anybody else ain't outrun me yet. Key word being "yet", and yet being a projection, is not reality. And, if you do outrun the Ol' Girl, you won't do it on a air-cooled Twin Cam. That ain't apples for apples. I'll just take BJ's Hybusi, or what the ever the hell it's called, and bust that fluid cooled Harley wanna' be you're so proud of, and send your homesick a$$ packin' back to WV, cryin' like a baby that I busted your a$$ on a "Crotch Rocket." That's what you'll be ridin', a Harley "Crotch Rocket." V-Rod........make me puke. That ain't no Harley. Bring that infamous 95" "Tour Glide" of yours with you to Daytona, and let's turn 'em loose like we used to. Take your medication, and get ahold of yourself. I ain't blowin' my $10,000 Motor all to hell, tryin' to bust your ass on no V-Rod. I am crazy, but you of all people know I ain't stupid. However, I have displayed some lack of intelligence in my choice of women in the past, but that was a testosterone imbalance. You, also, of all people, know I will not shut that throttle down, for nothing. And, neither will you. But bringin' a gun to a knife fight just ain't fair. Be fair, OTIS, that's all I ask. Don't make me have to drop Ol' Maudie off at Tilley's on the way back, in peices. But then again, FI, I'll twist her 'till she comes unglued. Hope you are doin' better. Stick to the diet. We need you around here. Later--HUBBARD