The difference being Roosevelt understood the art of speaking softly while carrying a big stick..... not hooting and hollering like a pickup-truck yahoo while waggling your mahoosive stick around in people's faces, trying to see how close you can get it to their nose without drawing blood.
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.