sorry about your penis, sir

in high school, a friend and i had a joke about the men obviously in the throes of a mid life crisis who were driving around in little sportscars. we'd see them and yell out to them, "sorry about your penis, sir." we stopped doing that the day my father pulled into the driveway in a little red sportscar.
recently, i had to buy a new car and completely lucked out. i prove that taste must be genetic because i now have a little red sportscar of my very own. (and the insurance to prove it.) but i have to say - if i were a middle aged man, i would so completely feel that my penis was 10 times bigger.