What I Had For Breakfast #2

Four whole fried chickens, and a Coke.

My bike's got cop tires, cop suspensions, cop shocks. It's a model made before lycra was invented, so it'll run good on regular jeans and t-shirt - or the outfit described in the comments to What I Had For Breakfast #1.

I said I was going to reveal something about myself here, and I will continue to do so.  All you need do to extract meaningful data is to study psychoanalysis - or criminal psychology, whichever is least  likely to harm your street cred.

I am often accused of never finishing what I star

2.2 statisticians walk into a bar.  ± 0.07329

Q: How many statisticians does it take to change a light bulb?

A: Never let a statistician put in a light bulb. 
Everything they touch ends up skewed.
Or Royally Screwed.

The title of this series is explained - almost - in What I Had For Breakfast #1.