Long live the Queen

This was the time when America was trying to prove to England how much better the suave, democratic Yankees were than the snobbish, old queen's, well - snobs. So the Americans challenged the English to an inventing contest - "In one month's time, come up with the best invention you can, you pajamas!"
"Pyjamas," corrected the British, and got down to work.

After one month of sleepless nights, painstaking days, and cliched transferred epithets, the British came up with a wondrous invention - a motorbike (don't you challenge me with facts, you b*tch, it's MY blog). You'd have expected them to be ecstatic, jubilant, or at the very least, happy.

"Why aren't you pleased with yourself, Sir?" asked one inquisitive press reporter, microphone in hand.
"It's no use. We'll never win," said the honourable gentleman
"Why! Do you really think the Americans can beat our invention?"
"Hell yeah! They've Edison"

Ghost Rider

There was this particularly dreaded biker who used to terrorize the natives of a tiny village on the outskirts of the tiny town of Whistleville. One day a man ran through the streets of the village, warning everyone:
"He's 'ere! The biker's 'ere!"
"Whoch biker do you mean?" asked Gump, Forrest Gump
"Hell! He that we'd shun!"