Am I becoming a hooligan?

I'm sitting at the stop light of the intersection of a busy road and an interstate and a kid and someone who I'm assuming is his little brother (maybe 10 or 12) pulls up next to me in a beat-up import. I don't take much notice, but I'm blipping the throttle a bit, just to hear the TORs burble. The kid sticks his head out the window and yells "Excuse me, sir? Nice bike! Is it fast?"

"Oh yeah."

"Has it got nitrous?"

Don't know where that came from - maybe because I'm a lard-ass - but whatever. I'm having too much fun, so I just grin.

"Nope. Doesn't need it."

In a moment of perfect timing, like something out of a movie, the light turns green RIGHT THEN, so I ignore my better judgment and twist the go handle. Maggie (my bike) yells "RRWAAAAAAAAWR!" and we launch hard, leaving the kid, his brother and everyone else in the dust.

I know it was childish, but it was so much fun to look in my mirror and see the kid sitting there with his jaw dangling.

What is it about these bikes that encourages this kind of behavior? Dammit, I used to be a conservative rider! I was even proud of my chicken strips, since they meant I was a safe rider!