RosaB
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This past Friday, I took my first ride on the back of a motorcycle at the age of 40 blah, blah, blah. I've had many opportunities, but I have always passed on them because I've been affraid. Boy have I been missing out on a wonderful thrill. Hmm. Now where's that bloke that wanted to take me jet skiing and night flying in his four seater. Next thing you know, I'll be jumping out of air planes, though I've thought of doing that anyway. Darn. I guess its never too late. If it weren't for my vertigo, I'd start saving up to get myself a bike, that was so much fun, think I might have to leave the suit types alone and start dating more rugged Harley type guys or at least the ones that know when to put the suit away and pic up the helmet. (I know there's no set type, unbuddle the knickers). But for those that haven't had the chance to experience riding the wind on the back of a motorcycle, oh my badness, what a funtastic, ethereal , feeling you are missing out on. This is coming from someone that cringes everytimes she has to take a ride in a car too. Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh, totally orgasmic. I want to do it again and again and again and......... Oh Nearly had sex in the park after the ride, but got control of myself. Rosa
< Message edited by RosaB -- 9/24/2006 8:09:25 PM >
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