College days. 50cc. 96 mpg. Park anywhere on campus. Downhill screaming at 50 mph. I was hooked.
So many close calls!
By third year college a refurbished 1955 BSA thumper. No key. A few friends borrowing it from time to time. At least they put gas in it. Sons ride. Eldest, two years ago, asked if he could have my last motorcycle. I think he worried about me. Prudently I walk for thrills now.
We would all think we are on Mars.
Travel directly from the South Pole and, by all directions, you are heading North……….to penguin poop.
Must be Lydia Pinkham tonic.
We sometimes take those little electronic candles to McDonalds on special nights.
Usually people do not watch commercials and that is usually the time for inter personal exchanges. Although some people are just catatonic when a large noisy rectangular screen flashes colored lights.
Today I saw an Internet mortgage advertisement with a picture of a busty woman showing cleavage. My wife refused my request to refinance.