Nutty Going Full YMCA

Nutty Disco Dave, revving up his beloved Suzuki, wind whipping through his hair as he makes his grand entrance to the local YMCA. You can almost hear YMCA blaring in his mind as he rides in, envisioning himself as a modern-day legend cruising toward his destiny. He probably imagines a crowd cheering him on, fully oblivious to reality, while he parks his “trusty steed” in triumph.

Inside, perhaps he’d strut through the halls like he owns the place, basking in the imaginary adoration of his “fans.” In his mind, the YMCA is his domain—a sanctuary for those with grievances, selective memories, and, of course, a penchant for dramatic, self-styled heroism.