For some reason., I have lots of empathy for her hubby (just can't picture him as a casual lover).
The poor sod probably bought the Busa to escape from her in the first place.
And he is now hauling her lardass full-time.
Think of all the miserable concessions and sordid compromises he had to go through to get screwed:
- Darling, once again it's me OR the bike !
(while munching on her third BigMac of the day)
- It's YOU honey!
(while concealing his Cycle World issue under the napkin)
- So, I have told you, the bike has to go!
- (...)
- (...)
- Well, what if I modified it a bit, made it more comfy to you, safer for the both of us, no, no, no, turned it into something that's definitely
not another
two-wheeler ... ?
- What dayya mean?
- You always wanted a convertible, right?
- Oh! Darling, once again, you WIN!