I stopped at your house the other day and was told you were down at your favorite biker bar with some friends.
I wasn't sure where that was, but was told I wouldn't have much trouble finding it. Sure enough, I drove just a couple blocks and there it was...
There is nothing like the feel of the sun on your face and the wind in your hair, is there?
6 comments:
bad ass.
I was there. We missed you.
Love,
Janie
Which of those mean machines is yours?
Aw crap...has it come to THIS!
Hey man, those tricked out rides are spendy; keep your eyes open for a deal. The obits are one place to start looking. Like when you need a rent controlled apartment.
What?
I'm just saying...
Melanie, No! It works just fine.
Jbug, I didn't see you for all the men crowed around you.
Symdaddy, neither. Mine has whitewalls with moon hubcaps.
NSSS, not yet. I mean they use similar things on the golf course.
Venom, that is cold, but it makes since. I'll keep that in mind.
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