As a kid, I was really short, or as my grandfather, a hog farmer from Western Ohio, so colorfully put it, "pecker high to a short duck." He qualified this by telling me, "You're tall enough for your feet to hit the ground, and that's all that matters." When you're the shortest kid in school and the perennial last pick in gym class, the sarcastic remarks of an old man offer little consolation. However, the first time I straddled my brother's Honda CBR600F Hurricane and both feet hit the ground, I had to laugh. My grandfather's words took on a whole new meaning.