The other day, I was driving home down the East-bound express lane. I checked my rear view mirror (huh-huh, rear view, which will be much funnier to you at the end of this post...) and I saw more motorcycles barreling down on me and my little Honda than I have ever seen before in my entire life. As they fly past my little car, Morganarama (my passenger) goes "Ooh, their jackets are sparkly!"
Then, we notice a bike with a passenger leaning forward, holding tight to her honey... and her a$$ crack is hanging out the top of her low ride jeans. That isn't even the funniest part of this story! About 20 or 30 bikes later (that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but you catch my drift), we see two or three more chicas with a$$ crack hanging out, but their crack is punctuated with thongs. One of them was a red sparkly thong.
Huh-huh Rear view. Told you it would be funnier now.