I do not follow NASCAR.
I do not die for any NFL team.
I do not barbeque in the back for holidays.
My friends discuss tire sizes,
which ones have better
stopping and handling capabilities.
My friends discuss numbers and letters
of different models of the same car company,
premium packages, and varieties of leather finishes.
They did the research, made the phone calls.
“They matched my best offer,” said
with the victorious voice of a conquering hero.
Oh, let us not forget miles per gallon,
and the advantages of diesel fuel.
I must not be a real man.
Time for me to take my bike out
and put miles between he-man stereotypes and me.