Harley VS Sportbike...and the winner is

So I drove a Harley. One of those loud obnoxious Sportster 1200's. It was comfortable and fun as hell. I even wore the dumb beanie cap helmet. Every time the sparkplug fires the straight pipe muffler blows out a BAH! BAHBAHBAHBAHBAH! VROOM! BAHBAHBAHBAHBAH and the bike gives you that unmistakable feel of a gargantuan V-twin between your legs.

My sportbike is different gnarly loud, stupid quick and handles like a hot knife cutting butter. But to ride it more than 20 minutes on the track or an hour breaking the sound barrier on country backroads is as comfortable as a 4-day bout of constipation.

My grandfather used to ride his Honda 70 scooter helmetless with his stoogie stuck in his suntan lotioned kisser.

The winner is neither, or all three. Having a dirty blonde on the back of your Harley is as great as blasting out of a corner apex on a racebike as airing your chest&nuts on a suburban street. I need to buy two more motorcycles and go live somewhere warm.

My Last Date And Tomorrows

My Thursday nite date was an enormous failure. This was a classic stinker that I'm humiliated about . If we go back through my last 4 dates, Each became longer term lovers. There was the Serb, who adored me, and then the nice French girl out in Mirabel that I merely stopped seeing because of the gross distance to get honey. And now I'm recovering from Hummingbird heaven. Who'd ever imagine a dude could find two lovers, each with a Hummingbird tattoo, one after the next? Spectacular, specially the one with the ass tat. I'll certainly remember worshipping her delectable tattoo'd tuchas until I die. So to go out and have such an ugly date was a reminder of the reality :)

Tomorrow I'm going out with a woman that is not yet free of the acrimony of her separation, let alone the shit that's gonna hit the fan through the balance of the divorce. But she's the sweetest, prettiest girl that I want to make feel wonderful. I am nervous that my very extraverted way's may blow her away. Yet I know how comforting it will be for her to find in me someone who truly understands how awesome it feels to be out, to feel carefree and to potentially feel cared for as a woman.

It would be amazing if I could be the one to take her post marriage virginity, just like how Picture Girl took mine. If not, just to take her and give her a hug and feel some of the pain melt away as someone of the opposite sex makes that shitty booboo go byebye, even for a fleeting moment.

2 Hummingbird Tattooed Chicks

My second last lover had a Hummingbird on her tuchas. It was for me not the sexiest inking I've had the pleasure of boinking up against, but damn fine on an exemplary tight ass. My Thursday nite lover pulled her shirt off to have a hummingbird situated on her left titty! What an awesome pair of beautiful little titties...oy vey!

Two in a row! That's hard to beat!

Please dear god for I deserve it and I hereby beg for you to answer my prayers, I gotta have these two cock-whores at the same time. If my prayers are answered, I'll reinstate my belief in you dear god back up to agnostic. May shit happen!