Rode her from DC to Vancouver to Tijuana and back through floods, snow, deserts, heat waves, sandstorms and hale, and not one complaint the whole way. All it takes is a touch and a twist to get my sweet baby's motor hot and revving. I think I'm in love.
Oh, Miso? I saw your beloved New Mexico. Beautiful. Hot, dry and desolate, but beautiful. Course the whole of the Southwest looked the same to my ignorant eyes and it got old after a thousand miles or so.
Speaking of love, nothing's changed. Still mistreating the lady-folk. I'm more of a misogynist. I can't tolerate weakness, and owning a vagina is no longer an excuse by my book. **** your nails, **** your hair, **** your dresses. Toughen up. I'll marry the one who can ride with me up and down a continent through whatever shit nature throws at us without complaint--like my sweet darlin' Beamer. Until I meet that woman I'm going to use the weak and cowardly girls for my pleasure.
There's more going on in my life, but this post is already a tl;dr. So tell me about you. I'm not scouring these forums to find out about my favorites. Too ****ing lazy and not enough time.