Fortunately, I'm secure enough in my gender identity that I can drive a Fit without feeling the least bit emasculated. Should that fail, well, there's still the Harley in the garage. 
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“Man, I was what you call ‘ragged,’
I mean, I was way beyond ‘torn up,’
I wasn’t gonna be no man’s friend today,
Been out of storage about a year now,
And to me, this endless blacktop was my sweet eternity…
I knew I was going to hell in a breadbasket.”
The Loveless 1982
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