Ok, so here's what went on in my head

I'm driving along, and I see a bike behind me, looks fast. I'm thinking, "thats a nice bike. That guy knows how to drive it well too. Oh, wait, those are chick jeans, cool! Oh check it out, her shirt's open in the back and flapping around, cool; maybe a tramp stamp? Oh no! No stamp, just big love-handles! Arrrrrrgggghhh!!!"

And the pic doesn't do the gruesome sight any justice - those handles were flapping around as much as the shirt tail! Yuck!