Lately, Dad's been regaling me with stories of his rabble-rousing glory days as a member of some organization which he calls Heck's Angels. Lately, he's been training me to follow in his footsteps (as you can see from my menacing scowl). I'll soon be ready to go off and kick the living crap out of some long-haired hippies, just as soon as I can figure out how to work the pedals. And steer.