Boy it sure was a beautiful day in the high desert yesterday.
While I enjoy the canyon ride up the Kern, it's not until I got out into the wide open desert straightaways that I was able to open my fat bottomed girl on up and let her be the lady I desire.
I have many medical conditions that prevent me from taking off on all of the long-haul adventures that I get to hear about from my GL buddies, and sadly while on my ride I experienced yet another mysterious medical event that could very well leave my health and well being in jeopardy.
For some strange reason, unbeknownst to me, the size of my brain shrank to an extraordinarily miniscule size, and the size of my testicles swole, and morphed into these brain-like organs. It was the most concerning, and yet amazing things I have ever seen. And just in case you're about too get on to me for taking my eyes off the road to gaze at these overbearing jewels--I pulled off the road to take a wiz. You just can't pull off the side of the road in too many places in California anymore. I'm kinda glad too, I was having a medical emergency and appreciated my privacy. They were separate entities from my body and had taken on a direction all their own.
So I use my sheathed 12" Buck knife to wedge these 'minds of their own' back in between my Levi's and hop back on my girl. She loves going at it hard and long and her honey spot seems to be right in the 85-112mph range. My old wing of gold just doesn't use the throttle in the same way as my new girl does. My new girl really loves to get out and breathe that fresh air.
That open-aired asphalt flight on this fat bottomed freight train still has my body aflutter. I couldn't walk around all freak bodied out the way I was, so I took my Buck and popped them 'minds of their own.'
I think maybe I need to see a doctor. Or at least a pretty nurses practitioner.
