Only if your definition of manly includes compacted spine from the harsh ride, deformed 'popeye' fore-arms from 27 point turns trying to get into a parking space, a nervous twitch brought on by the fear of having to do an emergency stop with 2 tons of Solihulls finest ON DRUM BRAKES, a perminant squint from peering through a windscreen so old it barely lets light through and you have to stick yer head out the window to see if tis foggy, a pathilogical hatred of anything that makes you slow down at the BOTTOM of a hill when every fooker can see you int got a hope if you don't get a decent run-up..........and a distressing inability to control your bladder........
not sure what causes that.......perhaps I'd better not mention that bit