A delve into the twisted pysche that makes up the avatar bearing the Hornet.
Well this Saturday just past my fine purveyor of online blogs and ASCII translations of thoughts, I had agreed previously to help a young lady to sort out a new ride that would suit her eminently vertically challenged stature. Now, as we all know, it does not take much of an excuse to make one perve longingly and with wondrous examinations of a delicate curve, the rounded form, promising much and with trembling member, we are transfixed in our winsome lusts and desire ... and explore ...
Well as I find myself unwinding from the stresses of another teaching year, I noticed my milage has alarmingly decreased from what I am wont to do! Now, this just won't do gentle reader. No, it just won't do at all. I shall put this to rights by making my usual (dis)concerted efforts into exploring the high ways, the by ways, the low ways and any ways of our fair lands. Suffice to say, I shall ride as much as I can frikk'n do! So, I shall catalogue, reference, mark, ...