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·I'm in the process of getting all psyched up for trackdays. Part of my routine is to walk around in my leathers and sitting on the bike for a bit in the garage. My wife thinks I'm nuts. She's probably right but I can't help it. I'm a motorcycle junkie. I walk in the kitchen to get some paper towels to wipe off some leather cleaner I missed. The wifey looks at me just shaking her head telling my 2 yr old son I have a problem. She then takes an interest in the armor of the ole' SMX-2 suit. Next thing I know she punched me in the nutz. OUCH!!!!! No armour. "Honey, I'm so sorry....I thought they had cups in them". No they don't

