It has come to me attention through a moment of clarity (I don't wake up stoned) that no matter what drug you take or perhaps your thing in fist fucking yourself to russian coeds that have Jungle fever, well it don't matter what you do because as I have found out nothing replaces the feeling of riding a motorcycle. Perhaps riding all drugged up or jacking off while your blasting down the road in the middle of the night maybe cool, but Im what I am talking about is the cure for this cold weather.
THERE AINT ONE. Drugs and beat off materiel may work for about 2 minutes and then you're back to square one still trying to figure a way to get one of your machines 300 miles down the road without looking like that blue bitch from the original Willi Wanka movie.It just sucks ass.
My garage is cold as fuck and heating it aint cheep. I guess I need a hug. Ill go get drunk with my buddy Fish today and we will talk about motorcycles. I have no business living in Missouri at all.