Tuesday, March 24, 2009

On The Road Again- The Other Bike


















As of late I have been having hot and heavy dreams of gettin' down and dirty...well, we will just keep it at down and dirty...and then hot flashes come on as I see a hot leather wearin' husky biker dude whiz by me..."Its time to get down and dirty with my own bike" comes to this metal cowgirl's mind...

Yeah I know it is not the same, but here is my fast, fierce, furious, and very orange (favorite color) metal to the petal, with a touch of silver to give the cops a run for their money as I zoom by! The past few years have been my time for orgasmic orange colors, and when I walked into the bike shop last summer and saw this beauty. I said "Come home with momma you sweet looking young thing...". Being, this was the last one the shop had I just gulped as the salesman said "I will have to check if the frame can be fitted for you...and we do not have any more...

"Oh how I want you like I have never wan..."
I thought holding back my cry of 'whoa not another disappointment'. He came out and started working with it, and to my joy he said to "go give it a try". Off I went out the door, down the street, arms in the air (hey ...I still can do that?), around the corner, down another street, around another corner, and then I remembered that we had not paid for it yet, so I returned to claim it as mine!

Debra @ Well Behaved Women Rarely Make History was showing off her hot ride the other day, so I decided to pull mine out and take him for a ride in the sunshine! Cloudy days of winter are almost past, and the sun will give us renewed energy... Yes, I love the way his saddle fits so nicely between my legs. Soft, cushy, with just enough bounce. My feet slip right into the stirrups (well pedals), and off I ride into the wind... If worse comes to worse in the fall and he has been a bad boy...on the back porch he will go. Do not feel sorry for him, we can always wrap lots of vines around him and a thief thinks it is a pumpkin patch...

This is not quite the ride Debra has, but he is my training wheels to the big guy...Harley..."Oh baby I know you are calling my name...thoughts of your roar and hot motor between my legs still make my blood run so hot. "My darling you will have to be understanding and know I have another year to wait, and to talk the 'other' man in my life into letting me take you for my own. He is a little jealous that I might not ever come back once we have melded together...so, for now you are in my novella, Taking Cover and being taken care of by Casey Roberts. Sorry...mon amour, I have to share you for now...and its not with the buttocks and legs you prefer strapped around your rock solid torso"...
















A friend Howie, who is a musician heard I wanted 'Harley' and gave me this and said it will have to appease me for now as he sang...Strumming my pain with his engine, Singing my life with his wheels, Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly, With his song...telling my whole life with his roar...er...er...er...

Until then my darling, my Harley...mon amour est à jamais

10 comments:

Debra said...

Girl, you are so awesome! What a wonderful post! And the song at the end was just too great!

Rachel Cotterill said...

I was waiting for the bus today when a policeman stopped a young lad on a bike... the ensuing conversation included the policeman explaining that yes, you need a licence to ride a motorbike, and actually some of the bike's mods might not be road legal. I was amazed that the lucky lad got away with just a slapped wrist (and list of instructions).

Donna said...

You are my hero. Love it.

blueviolet said...

That was the most entertaining and fun post! You are so much fun! :)

Alexis AKA MOM said...

Now I have that song stuck in my head! Love the bike and the post!

Yup still singing that song ...

doggybloggy said...

laughs all around,I mean what more can you do?

K said...

I love biking - definitely a hot ride.

Have a great day.

Jeanne said...

Old Dog and I got our bikes out last week and took a spin. That's how I know it's really spring.

(Old Dog wants a Harley in the worst way, but they scare the crap out of me and he won't buy one if I won't ride with him, so there you are.)

Girl Rants said...

nice ride ms thing!

Wunderwoman said...

I'll never hear that song again without thinking of this post LOL