As you might guess, speaking with "the public" day in and day out, that cranky, paranoid, talkative and sometimes enlightening gang, you end up talking with a colorful bunch by the end of the day. Yesterday, was no exception. I picked up the phone and the conversation went something like this: Me: deep in thought about what a dumb shit Sarah Palin sounded like in that Couric interview, then the phone rings "...Strano, Can I help you?" Patron: "Yea, is this Motostrano?" Me: "Indeed it is is Sir, to whom am I speaking with and how can I help"> Patron: "Oh man. Motostrano. Listen up. My buddies said I needed to call you see." Me: "Great, what's on your mind?" Patron: "Check it out, see. Yesterday, me and my homies were down at our local track you know. Me and my buddies, we all ride big bikes you know, R1, Gixxer, RC51. Anyway, me and my boys we're having fun down at the track you know and all of the sudden we se