
I was at my fattest ever, around 350, and taking the spousal unit's Honda Silverwing to the shop on the freeway... Had some kids in a Fart Can Civic pull up next to me laughing, I fell back, twisted the wick and blew by 'em doing around 120... It suddenly wasn't so funny to 'em anymore...

When the spousal unit was at her heaviest, around 330, she had floppy cat ears on her helmet and rode that same Silverwing... It would walk off and leave a Harley at a stop light. She'd go out Harley Hunting, look for a pack, challenge the leader at a light and embarrass the hell out of him. The Harley guys HATED it when (HER WORDS!) the fat chick on a Honda scooter with cat ears blew 'em away...
