He was the cool teacher though... the one who rode his Harley to school every day, even in the snow... the one who'd hang out in the hall with the guys between periods so he could check out the girls (even though he knew he couldn't do anything about it). He also explained how a glass of wine often improved a motorcycle racer's time around a circuit because it'd help him relax. Oh how times have changed... he'd be fired for those last two things now. lol
I love elitists who aren't really elite in any way... they amuse me greatly.