The only people who have said derogatory things about my Super10, are the random people who come trotting up to me at gas stations and say something like "Wow, chicks on bikes rock, but crotch rockets, I dunno, they're so dangerous... have you ever considered [sic]upgrading to a Harley? I've always wanted a motorcycle. I know I could buy a Jap bike for a lot less money but I'm holding out for a Harley because I want the best! My husband's cousin's stepdad has a 1978 spork-head that's faster than your bike. What *is* your bike, anyway? Is is a 250? Is that a snowsuit? Aren't you hot? You know in Ohio you don't have to wear a helmet, do you ever want to go there just so you can feel the wind in your hair? Aren't you afraid, out here alone? Bless your heart!" Eventually they wind down, and get back in their pickup trucks and leave. I don't care what these people say about my bike. They don't bother me - they mean to be friendly and ignorance is just ignorance.