“Daaaaaaaamn,” says the sailor guy, with his lady friend, carrying a net full of sturgeon. “Look at that fine-ass Maico 500!”

“Daaaaaaaaaaaamn,” says his lady friend.

A trio of well-dressed libertines trots up, their attention caught by the blue glint of the Maico 500.

“Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn,” the chant in unison, their minds and bodies invigorated by the sound and smell of the little two-stroke.

“Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn.”