You're spending too much time holed up in this lab of yours, Donnie-boy.

Though Raph definitely doesn't intend to use the bike only on the track, it looks like that little white lie was the ticket to building his rocket ship on wheels.

Suddenly, he's grinning like a fool, eyes lit up like a kid's at Christmas.

"Really?" He beams. "'Cause I'm thinkin' we should make this thing at least 1,300ccs."

At least. Even he isn't sure he could handle a bike that powerful, but he's aiming high to give him some room to haggle.