One of the tricky aspects of motorcycling that really ought to be touched upon in rider's training classes is the amount of temptation the average sickle bum has to contend with every time he/she gets on a bike.
Given the nimble handling, quick acceleration and small size of all but the least-capable bikes, there are a lot of opportunities to be rather naughty. Incidentally, that is the real reason your mom said you weren't allowed to have a motorcycle.
In gridlock, it's easy to slip between lanes (and cars) to keep moving. On ramps provide no end of thrills to those of a certain mindset. Then there are the myriad parking opportunities. Where can't a fellow find enough space to park his motorcycle? Sure, the rules say I'm not allowed to park on the sidewalk, but my heavy boots tell a different story.
The joys of hooliganism aside, the worst part about all this temptation (for me) is a strange mental tic of mine. Whenever I do anything even slighty illegal, I get the Judas Priest song "Breaking the Law" stuck in my head. Not the Beavis & Butthead version, mind you. The real deal.
Does this happen to anyone else?