Given that it's the holiday season, I want you to imagine a scenario where, on Christmas morning, you unwrap a shiny-looking present. Turns out, it's the bike that you've been asking for all year. Yay! But ... wait. Shit. the Tag says it's from your mom's weird new boyfriend who you keep hoping will just go away. And now you understand how I feel about the news that I'm finally getting Rush Hour 4.