They were just ahead. In the left lane. Four young women in a late model Ford Mustang convertible; long hair, loose and flowing with the wind. I was coming up hard from the right and behind. Heavy metal thunder. As I closed the gap, I could smell their perfume and hear their laughter. I smiled as I went by. I don't think that they noticed. And then, with a twist of the throttle, I was gone.
Frank LoBuono
Low 70's, bright sunshine - yeah, baby, I'll be riding into work today! :)
Male fantasy, eh?
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Nothing like having a steely, powerful, muscular lump of hard metal between your legs when passing a car full of young ladies. :)
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