Not Just the Exhaust.
The Blunts in the Cars Ahead.
The Skunks. The Burnt Rubber.
Perfume. Cigarettes. Rain.
These Memories.
I got her May 7th and skipped riding to work May 8th.
Been on every day since, 340 miles.
Stalled her a couple times.
Oughta gas once.
Locked up her *** once and skid good with a 20° lean.
I'll never do some of that again!
I Love the Rain, Even More Now.
No Clock. No Stress. Just South and East...
Left and Right till I get home.
My Soul is Free. Just in Time!
Just in Time.
Going to Get my Endorsement Saturday Morning.
Almost got T-boned by a blind guy.
2 no blindspot checkers.
And 2 crossing double solid whites at on-ramps!
Today I screamed out loud, "I love my Life!"
These Cagers Won't get Me, I smell 'em coming!
I Will Die on My girl, Not because of her, but on her sure!
Harley is not a crotch rocket , but if you’re gonna write it like one you can pick out your coffin soon . I won’t be sending you flowers ! Ride To Live
One of the best was one spring I rode out to the Black Hills. Everything in bloom. The sage and wild mustard. But the most memorable was when I got down into the hills on my way to Custer. There had been a couple of small forest fires the year before and the smell of the fire was still there mixed with the smells of spring blossoms. That I will never forget. It was beautiful.
05-16-2019, 07:56 PM
8th Day ...... The Smell.
