A Tale of Two Hobbies (and feeling sorry for ones self)

A tale of two hobbies. Which one gets priority. Both feel really good, and bring much pleasure. One needs oil, tires and gas, the other, money patience and sometimes pure ass luck. The two wheeled hobby won't do much other than give you a boner at 105. But an hour with Lady Y will get my blood pressure up to 205. Riding down the road at 70 is really good serenity, but its also a lot of fun, and feels pretty damn good, when Lady Y sucks a load out, and swallows. Damn, making me horny. But, alas, (this is where i'm feeling sorry for myself), I'm stuck in south central fucking Nebraska, cutting grass and trying to kill dandelions. I think I need to move. I am now going to go spray dandelions.

Well since the weather sucks for riding you should come let me suck you!

I wish I could. But the Harley is calling my name right now. She needs some attention too. Being a responsible grown up sucks. lol

Yeah my Harley is calling my name too.