I'm In LOVE...

With you, Lady, and I don't even know your name...

She was Solo Rider on a Harley Davidson. Her jeans were faded a beautiful light blue, wrapped around very tight, muscular thighs and one of the best.. ah, 'seats' I have ever seen ride the wind...

A pontyail streamed out from the helmet.

An absolutely flat midriff , tan and tart, lay exposed by a high-cut top. [No piercing. Hmm...][ And I don't know about a wedding ring-- her little knuckles were glove-guarded...]

She's speeding up...
Wind flowing.
Signals flashing--
A change of position...

I'm behind her, she riding on, me in steady pace behind...

Eventually I have to get off... of the highway.
She ...
She has a beautiful... Ride. She does at that...

{The Alan Jackson vid was embed-disabled-- but give this a full listen-- you'll be rewarded with what is obviously a foreign but none the less very COOL accent, and some incredible solo multi-instrument performance!.
Is that not the COOLEST violin you've seen since Stradivarius???}


Slainte.

Cygnus