It's like a motorcycle only slower and with less sex appeal.

My boss Paul: How excited are you, on a scale of one to ten?
Me: An eight.
Paul: What will get you to a ten?
Me: Getting a motorcycle jacket.

Ravi from the doctors office: You're going to India? Wow, that's where I was born. I go back every year. Where will you be staying? Hotels?
Me: Well, a mix of hotels and rough camping probably.
Ravi: Hah! [he grins knowingly] You know it will be just about monsoon season right?

So I've decided I need a motorcycle jacket and helmet with enough chic cache to make up for the fact that I'll look like a miserable drowned rat driving a rickshaw in a monsoon. Let me know if you can hook me up.