Red lights aren't so bad when you are on a moped

So, I took my moped out today after what had been way too long. I got it when I was 16 so I could take myself to school and work.
On my way home from the dentist, I followed some signs to a yard sale. I turn off the bike and this woman, middle-aged, I'd say, comes toward me. She is holding a pillar candle, a recent purchase. "Who's riding this?" indicating my red moped. Accent- eastern European perhaps?
"Umm. I am?"
"How many CC's?"
"Umm. I'm not sure?"
"You should have answers ready. You impress the men that way. Even if you don't know what you're talking about, you make it sound like you do."
I feel like I could do that...
"I started with one of these. And then, as I got older, graduated up. I have a Harley now. I love it. The freedom of it. You're free. Your body's free. No one can really explain it to you."
Yea, what she said. I love my red moped and my pink helmet. I even love red lights. But only when I'm riding.
"One piece of advice: don't be afraid to use your horn. They'll hear you before they can see you."