Buying a motorcycle is a hassle

It should be simple, right? Cash goes into hand, bike goes into my garage. But no. I have to rent a truck and I'm not even old enough legally so I have to hope the guy won't ask my age. Why a truck? Because it's missing brake lights and mirrors and I can't have it on the road. And also I don't know how to ride it. This annoys me a lot. But it's a '79 Honda and it's so bad that it kicks your ass, and when it's feeling generous it just might take your fucking name.

Okay, I admit it's stupid, but I have a God-given, forefather-written Constitutional right to kill myself in the name of looking bad ass and having fun. That's what makes America great, kids.