So it finally happened... only took two years of riding the two wheeler to work and home four days a week:

Cruising home on the big bike, aka Big Dummy, I had the pleasure of meeting some high-school students, presumably from one of our local public high schools. I was on Washington Pike, so were they... we traveled in the same direction. In our brief exchange of pleasantries, one of the front seat passengers offered me their cold cola. It was awfully nice of him and all, considering it was so hot. It was a little disappointing that he tossed it all over me, and I didn't get a chance to savor it. We parted ways, and I gave him a good ole' hearty "Fuck you Bitches" while showing him I too agreed the Vols are Number One!