[Richard230]

This is what happens when you let the Dutch get their hands on an electric motor while smoking a big Mary Jane cigar.  They get really weird.  The first half of this article discusses a ride around Paris by a group of electric motorcycle owners. (I note that some of the morning street people in Paris were drunk and stoned while others were yelling and throwing things at the riders as they rode by.)  The last half of the article describes the thrill of riding an electric-powered bug.  Talk about the exact opposite of any Royal Enfield.  Personally I wouldn't be caught dead sitting on that thing, much less riding one    :  https://electricmotorcycles.news/riding-the-johammer-at-the-electric-night-ride-in-paris/

[Bilgemaster]

Yeah. 'Cause who would want to tear ass through the streets of Paris on one of these?

[mrunderhill1975a]

Is that going forward or backward?

[Richard230]

Is that going forward or backward?

I think it works either way.  No doubt the safety Nazis would love it. Just don't let Joan Claymore see it.   

[Stanley]

Or her alter ego, Joan Claybrook of "murdercycle" fame.

[Bumboo]

If you rode that in my crowd they'd make you use the ladies' room.......

[Bilgemaster]

If you rode that in my crowd they'd make you use the ladies' room.......

That's fine. You and your buddies chip in, buy me that Johammer, and maybe I'll show up on it in my flirty little sequined spaghetti strap number.

[Arizoni]

Oh!

And I was so wanting you to wear your pink, chiffon, tutu.

[Bilgemaster]

Oh!

And I was so wanting you to wear your pink, chiffon, tutu.

OK...so "everyday wear." You know, I always figured you as a well-grounded guy, Arizoni, and you don't disappoint. Seriously though, left to me, proper riding attire for the Johammer might have to be either one of those foam sumo wrestler getups, some sort of ironic kinetic snail outfit, or mayhaps some getup modeled on one of those Trump parade balloons so popular in Europe nowadays for topicality's sake. My hunch is you'd need an electric cattle prod to fend off those ultra-pushy gals in Montmartre sporting any one of those très bon ensembles.