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This morning, I was confronted by the spectre of having a broken day of riding, oh the agony of it all! Family responsibilities and other such hum drum necessities of life does intrude on one's riding desires!

Suffice to say my good reader that I am contracted to work for a goodly number of hours in the family business, to wit : being a short order cook, serving up a palatable array of consumables to customers for remittances. This will entail me curtailing my desire to "ride as far away for as long as possible".

Ah, the sufferance and chagrin we all must feel when we are denied our turgid passions and like coitus interruptus, a small feeling of despondency and anome occurs.

This morning, I have taken my dear wanton hussy of a RZ350 aptly named "Betsy" to the local motorcycle shop where I vouchsafed a WOF for her. Unfortunately I have not ridden her in a good whiles and she was feeling a little undercharged. I endeavoured to appeal to her better nature by promising to take her out for a "blat" through the local haunts of Maraetai and Whitford. This perked her up no end and like a strumpet who has landed a big fish for the night, she sung her merry graces and raised havoc on the roads, with me holding on for dear life and praying to the muses for some serendipitous moment.

I now find myself safely back home, no worse for the wear, but feeling that Betsy still needs to be ridden more (that unsatisfiable harlot!)

Now, I'm sure in the fields of love and war, many an analogy has been coined, of lusts, passions and unbridled energies set volcanically asunder; ne'er more true of these epithets does that apply to two stroke she-devils ridden from the gates of hell, broken loose from Cerebus the guardian and striding the mortal planes of man, all conquering and devouring of sanity, good sense and other notions of peace and absolution.

I fear penance and restitution shall have to be made in quieter moments when I am running my hands over and through her body. Caressing her with the touch of spanner, oil and the gift of spare parts.

Oh, the joys of two stroker ownership. A most vexing, perplexing and yet, rewarding relationship to be had (one could almost make the reference to relationships between people!)

Thank you once again gentle reader, I hope such strong language and presentation of a demonically charged, scarlet hussy that demands to be ridden hard and slapped for all you are worth is not incongruous to your sweet and gentle disposition and sensibilities. For that I am your unabiding and most apologetically servant, gijoe1313.