The sun rose brightly and a new dawn was borne...
. o 0 (yes, direct deposit and money in the account, the Boss loved the look of the store when he arrived this morning, and the Dachs didn't shit on the carpet... now I sit here enjoying the first of two lagers and a cup of homemade lentil soup...)
... warmth glistening off the gas tanks enveloping my face...
. o 0 (I really need to get this bitch painted... and the gas caps are a mess, what the fuck is with all this rust on the left tank?)
... crisp breeze stinging senses and wringing tears of joy....
. o 0 (did I order those damn "Red Baron" goggles last time I was at the bike shop? fuck... I can barely see car ahead of me.)
... the stacato of the valves in calypso rythum with the slapping pistons...
. o 0 (shit... sounds like electronic ignition module is fuckin up again... I just bought that bitch)
Gawd I love my bike...
