Didn't happen to me, but it was fun to watch. After I graduated from college, I moved back to Denver, my hometown. It was a couple of years after Coors Field had been built, and lower downtown - around the stadium - had changed from industrial warehouses to lofts and brew pubs. These venues, and I'm not knocking brew pubs, attracted a certain yuppie clientele. One night, some friends and I were out and about, and decided to swing into one of these downtown bars called the Giggling Grizzly. I can't defend our choice - but there were always good looking women in these bars.
We get out of our cars, and are walking across the parking lot, when we see two mid-thirties stock-broker types - perfect hair, capped teeth, spotless leather jackets, etc. sitting on a pair of Harleys that looked like they just rolled of the showroom floor. At the same time, a gaggle of absolutely gorgeous women in tight shirts and short skirts catch the eye of the stock brokers, who fire up their bikes and start revving the engines to show off the super-loud exhausts. The women stop to watch these two examples of supreme manhood, who are eating it up, revving, flexing, etc.
Well - these knuckleheads had parked side-by-side, nose-in, in a single parking space, and there are cars parked on both sides and in front of them, so the only way to get the bikes out is to back them up as there is no room to turn around. Unfortunately for them, there was a dip in the parking spot, about 4" deep and 3' wide, and both had parked so their back tires were sitting in the dip. Still revving and preening, they attempt to back their bikes up, pushing with both feet, and the bikes won't budge. We're stopped watching, the beautiful women are watching, and the manhood of these fellow is in question, so they try even harder to back their bikes out. Their faces are red and contorted, and they are rocking the bikes back and forth, but they cannot get these enormous beasts out of the rut. The girls start laughing and walk off. One of the guys calls them '#$%*es.' By the time we tore ourselves away from the spectacle, they are both off the bikes trying to move one bike out, one guy in front pushing and the other in back pulling, and semblance of manhood totally gone.
