Fuck yeah, supposed to be warm tomorrow FINALLY.
Time to get the harley out and ride god damn it!

Come on summer... Damn it I wanna ride!

A poem I wrote a long time ago called Rancid Love.

Viciously tortured
Your perfume lingers
I feel the hate in your rancid love

Your touch is a thousand thorns
Why do I crave it so

I see your lips move but all I hear is what you’re not saying.

What has become of our love
our walks, our talks, holding hands
fucking on everything in sight…

My want goes unfulfilled.

Friday night and I'm alone in the garage working on the bikes again. Fuck I'm boring!

FUCK! -41c wih the windchill today. Nothing to do but work on the bikes.

Well I'm up to may ass in snow, it's -33C and I can't ride my bikes, so I'm in my garage working on the Ironhead and the Shovelhead but I'm goin' fucking stir crazy.
There is just no cure for these winter bullshit blues, but SG helps ya know?

Don

Ya gotta respect a woman who works out and is thin and muscular but that shit don't float my boat.
Give me a plump curvy girl, big hips, plump ass and big titties... Damn that shit makes me happy all over.
Lets hear it for the curvy girls! YEAH!!!