aint gonna bust 100mph until open road
requires one of those empty roads in nowhere Mzippi
or Montana, where no speed limits are in force at all
or Nevada straightaways that seem like the planet Mars
I am very selective how and where I push this autogem
last time I hit 100 was in my 1970 BMW 2002 outside Cleveland Ohio on a new interstate late on a Sunday afternoon in 1973 after graduating from college and finishing a stellar drugdealing short career... the Beemr was my severance gift to myself, only cost $2000
having some fun with my new digital camera
got photos of the Clearwater beach, my puney house, the Beemr, a stunning orange ball sunset, and my sphincter
send a PM with an outside email address and I will send you whichever you ask for
not everyone at once
Dealer DoubleD Lady, the day I sit on the porch and reminisce old memories when I was formerly alive, that is the day I consider myself an old fart
today: swam a mile, attended TB basaballa game, Sweet Tomatoes dinner (not the kind of tomatoes I prefer), and lifted weights, watching NCAA tourney, and writing a big bunch of hotblooded bigstakes gambler jackass wannabees
no, I am NOT ready to rock on the porch and reminisce
/ Jim |
