Lean Angle

This is how the pros do it, I'm amazed every time I see these guys ride.

Have a Happy New Year everyone...

Saint W?

Contrary to popular belief, I'm not up for sainthood, nor am I being fitted for a cape.

I'm a man that puts his pants on one leg at a time like anyone else. I'm as fallible as the next guy. I have my own idiosyncrasies, short comings and am far from perfect. Believe me.

Then why is it, I'm such a good people person? 

I think it can be boiled down to one word..... Compassion.
Or maybe even simpler, I treat others with respect and dignity. Its a concept so simple and yet so rarely seen nowadays.

In a world of instant gratification, there are too many inconsiderate louts and loud mouth assholes. I refuse to add to their numbers.

Like I said, I am far from perfect, I would have never started this blog if I was.

But damn I try to remain a humble human being.

Blizzard

We had a nice little blizzard here in the North East Sunday into Monday dumping almost two feet of snow on us.  I don't really have a problem with the snow, it's New England, it happens. It took about two hours to clear the driveway with me using the snowblower and my wife shoveling, then off to work.

I have a really big problem with the people who should not be out driving in it. I bought a truck for a reason, the roads suck around here and four wheel drive comes in handy during these big storms. I made it to work Monday without any issues other than the people who should not be out in this mess. The roads were bad enough that I did have to use four wheel drive a few times to get traction. Then, on the way in this morning, I'm stuck behind this asshole for three miles in a little Toyota Corolla, who is not only doing 15 mph in a 40 zone, but also driving in the middle of the street with oncoming traffic. Fucking guy would not even let me pass him when it became two lanes, he drives right down the middle of both, traffic at least 20 deep behind me.

Sorry, I'm rambling about assholes on the road, thats another thing I should be used to by now, Massachusetts is after all one of the states with the worst drivers.

Oh well

Why is it, that throughout the day, I think of topics that I want to write about, then when I do finally get some privacy to sit down at the computer............ Not a fucking thing in my head! Fuck! What is wrong with my brain?

It's kinda like going to the music store, you know, you walk in through the security scanners, and bang, they wipe you mind blank and you proceed to wander aimlessly around looking for who knows what.

Well, I guess another day then. I bid you adieu. 

Santa's job

Just when you think your kid is not listening to things; we've tried to get M to sit with Santa at a local Mall, and she wants nothing to do with him, she says "scary" and turns away. That is until we tried to leave and were in the parking lot an she says "I want Claus, Claus lap", over and over. You know damn well if we went back in she would want nothing to do with him. I didn't think she understood what Santa was yet, she is just over 2 now.

But M had something cute to say on the way home from daycare the other day.  I'm told, out of the blue she says "Claus come my house". My wife asked her what Claus is going to do at our house, "Bring toys".

So I guess now is a good time to use that, like yesterday when she would not cooperate getting into her car seat. I whispered to her that if she wants Santa to come to our house she has to behave and be a good girl. It worked, I was a bit shocked at her complete 180, but believe me, I'm not complaining.

Motorcycle Porn

This was an older video put together by Aprilia to promote the then new, 2004 RSV 1000. It's not the greatest quality, but it is some really sweet bike handling.

HNT: Nice Asses

Okay ladies...this is Beryl. I'm hijacking this blog in your interest. You're welcome.

xox

Can you see the real me?

Yep, that's me and the little one, out watching a recent local parade. And its pretty damn cold.

Sometimes she really doesn't like her picture taken, that's why she's hiding behind dad.

I debated whether or not I should post this, but I am anyway.

I may change my mind and remove it, who knows.

My first track day

Here is a picture from my first ever track day. I can tell you that I was extremely nervous most of the day. When this was taken I felt like I was leaning so much more than I actually am. This was my first bike, a 92 Honda CBR600F2.

Ferrari 458 Italia vs. Ducati 1098s

I have always loved cars, ever since I was a kid. When I got my licence I was driving my Dads little Nissan pickup for a few years, then I started looking for that first cool car. I was on a budget, of course, but I found the one for me. And it was to much money. I convinced my dad to let me buy it anyway, since I already had a steady job. My first car was a Red 1988 Mustang LX 5.0 with manual transmission. This was my first taste of speed.

All perceptions of speed would change for me when I got my first bike. 0-60 times went from mid 6 second times to about 3 seconds. And my first track day would open my eyes to the idea of really leaning into a corner carrying speed.

Anyway, this is a new video from MotorTrend that show the difference between two top performers, one on two wheels the other on four.

Slash - "Beautiful Dangerous" ft. Fergie

I knew Slash had a new album out, but I didn't know he had Fergie singing on one of the tracks. I came upon this last night, and have to say I find Fergie incredibly sexy in this video. I was going to post it on interjection but had to share the sexiness here. Enjoy...

Girls (Pillow Fight)

I was getting music for my interjection blog and stumbled upon this. How could I not share this hot pillow fight with you?

Damn sexy...

But come on, do girls really do this?

Photography

Here are a few pics I took while down in Newport, Rhoad Island a few months back.

Veterans Day/HNT

"Freedom isn't free"

Thank a veteran today, hell thank them any day.

I recently spent some time with my brother in law who was visiting this past weekend, and is currently a Gunnery Sergeant in the Marines.  One of the things he said that stood out, was something I've always known but I wanted to share with you.  He said "I don't care what the political agenda is or who sent me where. The plain and simple fact of being a Marine is, I have a job to do and will do it to the best of my ability."


As a side note, Beryl did indeed put up, not just one, but two pics of me on her page for HNT. Take a look if you like.

I'm thinking some more honesty may be in order.  I've found it hard to write about personal stuff lately and I've ignored my own rule, Fuck It.  It doesn't  matter how I look to you, the reader, I am what I am, the sum of my parts and past experiences.  This is all still new to me, the openness, just being myself and not what I perceive is expected of me. I've never had the ability to explain my feelings clearly and completely.

I am a product of my environment.  My childhood and most of my adult life has been about the repression and control of emotions.  Throughout my childhood and teenage years, emotion was something my father would not really tolerate or share with us, his three boys, we were always kept at arms length with him.  My mother was the at home mom, loving, but flustered with raising three boys.  I guess what I remember most at home was anytime one of us kids was upset, my mother would coddle us and my father would be mad at her for doing it and tell us to knock it off.  That was it for him, crisis adverted, children quieted.  I don't ever remember him showing any emotion except anger with us.  This is not to say he didn't love us, I know he did, its just a different way than what I see now in my actions with my own daughter.

Sad to say, but my married life has been a lot of the same.  Repressing my emotions to keep the status quo, to keep from rocking the boat.  When I did finally muster up the courage to rock the boat, I was meet with derision.  What I had hoped to be a free exchange of ideas and feelings turned into another example of why I was better off keeping to myself.  And into the shell I would go again.

Its hard to break that habit, of reverting to the quiet, introspective me. I'm working on it, but it takes time to repress years of control.

I'm trying.

Theres only so much water that can build up behind a dam, the escape must be controlled, or the dam may very well burst quite unexpectedly.

Nine Inch Nails - "Closer"

I posted this yesterday on my music blog and just thought it fit a mood enough to put it over here today.

This is a great fucking song. The chorus gets me every time.

Silly Girl, "Birthday Blowjobs!"

Well, another birthday come and gone, they all seem to blend at this point. Anyway, Beryl and I were talking Tuesday and she says "doesn't every guy get a blowjob on his birthday?" Silly, silly, girl, just because your so willing to give, doesn't mean all women are. If every guy got a BJ on his birthday there would be a lot more happy male faces out there, that's for damn sure. Or I hope I'm not the only one not getting serviced. I can't tell you the last time I've had lips wrapped around my cock, god I miss...




As a side note, can you imagine a world where blow jobs are given out on birthdays? The lines to get into one of those restaurants that do the little birthday songs, would now be the birthday BJ. Every guy hoping to get the best looking waitress.

             Oh, what a wonderful world it would be.

My pumpkin

Carved him up Thursday night.

All Tied Up

Just a few cool bondage photos I found and wanted to share. I really like the first one and last one for some reason.

Anyone else have a favorite?

And yes, I do plan on writing some more, I've just not been in the right frame of mind lately for sharing. I'm working on it though...

The Cabin

The driveway to the cabin lies hidden on that bend in road ahead.  I turn onto it, careful on the gravel surface to keep the bike up.  Its a nice long way off the road, plenty of privacy, exactly what I had envisioned for our rendezvous.

I come to a stop near the cabin and find a suitable place to park the bike.  Looking around, the air crisp,  I take in the changing fall colors all around the lake, its calming.  The anticipation has been heavy as of late.  Undoing my helmet strap and pulling it off, the cool air catches in my throat.

Looking to my right, I see her clearly in the window, her face alight as her hand reaches to her neck for something that I can't make out.

I throw my leg over and off the bike, and make my way towards the cabin as she quickly disappear from the window pane.   The smile on my face widening as the months of anticipation flood my thoughts yet again.

There has been so much talk of this moment that I'm unsure which of the plethora of scenarios is about to play out when she meets me at the door.  One thing is for sure, I'm open for any and all of them.

Seeing things

I had asked in the past what the big deal was, how I didn't understand what the draw was to me. You know me, I just consider myself an ordinary guy, (I've been know to be a bit self depreciating, just a bit). And after a slight crisis I was having last night and this morning at home, this would be sent to me unbidden.

"He's up before dawn dressing his little girl.

He's on the road by five thirty for work.

He plays pool with the boys once a week.

He enjoys a drink to unwind at night.

He bends a blonde head over black guitar and toys with a melody.

He finds beauty in art and a well told story.

He consumes music like so much manna.

He handles a 1000 cc bike on a track with the same veracity of spirit he uses to love his little girl.

He's patient in thought and deliberate in action.

Sometimes it takes another point of view to see the things we cannot.

Fish Humor

Sad Fish....

Happy Fish..., well, all but one.

Question

I received a question from SoccerMom who asked, have I ever had sex on my motorcycle?
  As much as I'd like to say the answer is yes, the truth is a much sadder no.  Not from a lack of want on my part                though.

As it so happens I married a women who is just not that into experimentation when it comes to sex, which I might add is causing a growing rift.  It seems that the older she gets, the more of a prude she is becoming.  It hasn't always been so, in our younger days there were all kinds of things she would be willing to try, I wish I knew what kind of switch was thrown in that head of hers so I could undo it.

But, back to the bike.  I can honestly tell you that the bike has already been part of someones sexual fantasy's (*one of my favorites*), as well as some kind of an aphrodisiac for some other ladies who read my blog. There is just something about the bike for some women, I don't know what it is, oh well.

Feel free to ask questions, you may want to know something I would not think you'd be interested in...

Some more black and whites

Here are some more B&W's I found.

Theres just something about the light play in Black and White's.  I love the possibilities, I 'd like to do some experimentation with it myself.

Ummm, Yea....

I'm a sucker for chicks and bikes.

These are a few of my favorite things...

What?

Well, at least she's wearing her helmet, thats thinking with your head.

I bet he's thinking with his now too!

An office visit

I walk into your office in full leathers, just off the bike

"oh jesus" she says

I close the door behind me, locking it while staring you in the eyes

 Your eyes wide with surprise and desire as I tell you "stand up"

  "turn around for me"
    "slowly"
     "let me see that sexy body"

"slide your skirt up"
  "let me see that ass"

"mmmm, perfect"

"I need a ruler, find one for me"

You rummage around for the implement of your punishment
  your wetness growing already
    you bring it back to me, a slight smirk to your lips
      "bend over the desk"

My hand slowly moving up and down your thighs
  savoring the smoothness as I plant soft kisses on your ass

A prequel to the sting thats coming

Your anticipating it, but not knowing when, as I continue to just run my hands over you

Your feeling the ruler against your skin as I hold it in my hand while caressing your ass and legs

The first swat comes quick and light, enough to get your attention and make you jump a bit
 The rest start getting harder

In between every smack, a soothing rub with my free hand
  the pain, the pleasure
    back and forth
      one then the other
        smack
         sooth
          smack
           sooth

Your ass is getting a nice shade of pink.
 I'm seeing the wetness from your exposed pussy lips, I love that view.

"mmmm" she moans "fuck yes, I'm so fucking horny now"

I can't help but slid a finger in between those lips

"I would love to have my pussy sucked and fingered",
  "not yet" I reply

"I love the way you pussy lips part so easily for me"

  "oh goddamn"

I just start rubbing your clit, then switch

Two fingers on your clit while I slide my thumb into your hot cunt
  in and out, rubbing at the same time

My left hand reaching up under your shirt as you raise your body enough to let me get to your tits, your already hard nipples between my thumb and for finger
  pinching, twisting, pulling

I switch out my thumb for two fingers in your pussy
  "mmmmmm"

Getting faster, sliding in and out
  my thumb now contacting your asshole with every thrust in
    your shaking on the desk
     dying to cum

"cum for me baby"
  "cum hard while I finger fuck you"

You bite down on something, trying to muffle your moans
  pushing back against my hand
    I feel you getting tighter

"jesus baby..."
  harder and faster
    yea, cum just like that"
     "your cunt filled with my fingers, my voice in your ears"

You explode on my fingers
  panting
   trying to catch your breath
    I don't slow
     keep pounding, in and out

"I want more out of you"
  "Your not done"

2004 YAMAHA R1 Video

This was a really cool promo video that Yamaha put together for the 04 R1. I like how a lot of the angles were done.
And of course its the right color.

Drawings

As asked for, here are a few of my drawings that I have pictures of. These just happen to be framed. These are all pencil anatomy study's.

Things

Heres a few things you may not know about me.

1.  I'm a certified scuba diver, and have dived off the coast of Massachusetts, Cozumel, The Bahamas, and Bermuda. 

2.  I want more tattoos, big ones.  As you know I have a large one on my left thigh, but I've already been planning work for my right leg and back.

3.  I'm a artist.  I do a lot of pencil work and have dabbled with chalk, pastels, ink, and airbrush work.

4.  I've been teaching myself how to play guitar for the last year or so. It's not going so well, I need to practice more.

5.  You do know that I ride a Yamaha R1, but you may not know that I've reached over 160 mph in a straight line and have cornered at over 60 mph. (All in a closed course environment.)

Do you want more?

;)

Enough said!

Shot

Shots anyone?
       I'm ready.

Lyrics

Just a few lyrics that I've been hearing recently and seem to resonate right now.

"I sit here locked inside my head, remembering everything you've said, 

this silence gets us nowhere,  gets us nowhere way to fast."

                

                                                Stained 

"I dreamed you had left my side

No warmth, not even pride remained

And even though you needed me

It was clear that I could not do a thing for you

Now life devalues day by day

As friends and neighbors turn away

And there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone

Now frontiers shift like desert sands

While nations wash their bloodied hands

Of loyalty, of history, in shades of grey

I woke to the sound of drums

The music played, the morning sun streamed in

I turned and I looked at you

And all but the bitter residues slipped away...slipped away" 

                                            

                                                       Pink Floyd

"It seems like every day’s the same
and I’m left to discover on my own
It seems like everything is gray
and there’s no color to behold
They say it’s over and I’m fine again, yeah
Try to stay sober feels like I’m dying here

And I am aware now of how
everything’s gonna be fine one day
Too late, I’m in hell I am prepared now,
seems everyone’s gonna be fine
One day too late, just as well

I feel the dream in me expire
and there’s no one left to blame it on
I hear you label me a liar
‘cause I can’t seem to get this through
You say it’s over, I can sigh again, yeah
Why try to stay sober when I’m dying here

And I am aware now of how
everything’s gonna be fine one day
Too late, I’m in hell
I am prepared now,
seems everyone’s gonna be fine
One day too late; just as well

And I’m not scared now.
I must assure you,
you’re never gonna get away
And I’m not scared now.
And I’m not scared now. No…"

                                         Seether

Eliza Dushku

A sexy Massachusetts native.

Waiting

I found this picture on a site that I belong to and wanted to share it. There is just something about the female form in black & white, and this pose just speaks to me.
I'm sorry I don't know who to credit the pic to.

I've found some others that I'll be sharing later as well.

Century, The Ride for Kids

I did it.

It took 5 hours and 58 minutes in the saddle, but I finished, my first century under my belt. Up until this point my longest ride was 54 miles.  My ass is killing me, but the legs held out, no problem.  Unfortunately, the same can't be said of my ridding partners.

Saturday started out great, up at 5, on the road by 6, parked, dressed, and registered by 6:30.  All accompanied by a nice 65 deg morning.  Got some fuel into me, and meet up with the two gents I would be riding with.  One who I road with last year when we did the 50 together (G),and the other who did the 100 last year (B).

We set out at a good pace, in and out of the first water stop, no problems.  About 30 miles in, we start hitting hilly terrain and a lot of head winds, G is no longer keeping pace with us.  We constantly kept him in sight, right up until this monster climb, I geared down and attacked it, B about 30 seconds behind me.  We continued to the second water stop at 42 miles, G was in about 2 minuets later.  He was starting to hurt, not a good sign.  We took 10-15 to replenish some liquids and food, and stretch a bit, then set out again.

We went through some of the most beautiful lake areas in southern Massachusetts on this leg of the trip, but G was not enjoying any of it.  By the time we got to the 60 mile water stop, his legs were locking up on him.  We rested a bit, but G wanted to wait at least another half hour before going and sent us on without him.  We started going again, nice pace, enjoying the scenery, when at about 72 miles B jump off his bike in pain.  His right thigh had lock up on him.  He worked the muscle loose and we continued on to the 76 mile water stop.
We stretched and hydrated, I gave B all the time he needed before we continued on.

The last 20 or so miles, I just wanted it to end.  My back and shoulders were burning, no matter how I stretched in the saddle it was not helping.  We blew past the last water stop, just wanting to reach the end.

Finally made it in, B and I, slowly climbing off our bikes and hobbling down to the food and family tents.  As I'm walking, I see my wife and little one just as they spot me.  She comes running towards me with this big balloon hat on, "daddy, daddy, daddy", it was enough to make me forget my pains.

Hard Sun

You ever just have a song elicit such an emotional response that it surprises you?  It happened to me yesterday and I've no idea why.  I just had this urge to hear a song that's been around for quite awhile now, so I went onto YouTube and found it.  I'm listening to it at work while by myself in the morning, doing nothing else, just listening, and my eyes start welling up.

What the Fuck, this is uncalled for.  I'm thinking my plumbing must be broken, a leak in the pipes that's all.

It must just be me, I'm wondering if the stress at home it starting to take a toll.  I don't know, whatever.  I guess I can't be that rock all the time, I'm just glad no one saw me.

I decided to put it up today on my music blog.  It's a song called "Hard Sun" sung by  Eddie Vedder,  head on over and take a listen if you like. Call me crazy, please, at least its in excuse.

No ticket today

I swear officer, the registration is in here somewhere.

Just thought I'd share.

Weekend

Lets see, the weekend, another bang up job.  The wife and I took the wee one down to Newport RI to get out for the day and I was able to take some nice pictures (I'll share some when I get them uploaded).  M was really good all day, even missing her nap and sitting through lunch with us.  We headed home around 2:30 and she just crashed within 10 minutes in the car seat, the wife crashed to.  Later, we put M down, were watching TV and suddenly my wife gets up all pissed about something stupid and storms off to bed.  Well then, WTF just happened.  I took the computer to the basement and hid out while playing the guitar.  I was able to have a few nice chat conversations well into the night before turning in at 1.

Sunday dawns, up at 6:30 with the little one.  I'm getting a cold.  Spent the morning doing things with M and and the wife, and once she was down for a nap, I headed out for a bike ride.  I did have a few stops along the way for some phone conversations and refreshments, resulting in being in the saddle for about 4 hours, but I only road for 2 of those, still managed 35 miles.

Woke up this morning, sicker than yesterday, sore throat making my voice a bit fucked and much deeper.  Managed to cause another little fight with the wife, she's insisting I never told her about something going on today, but I did. Here's hoping the damn cold, and my wifes mood swings pass.

Razors Edge

Ever feel like you living on a razors edge?  You walk that edge never knowing what side you may fall on, but you can be damn sure it's going to be the wrong side. 

Seems to be that's how the home life has been going a lot lately.  I just don't understand how,  no matter how much I do, it never seems enough, or its not the way she wanted it.  The sad part is, its all these little things that keep adding up in the back of my head, taking up space, eating up compute cycles, and she wonders why I'm getting migraine's more frequently, ha, tough one.  Don't get me wrong, life goes on, I know many are in worse positions than I.  There is still a bond there, but its just changed so much in the past few years, I'm still trying to wrap my head around it.

If it wasn't for a few key figures in my life right now, I don't know how I would be able to cope with all of it. First is that little angel of mine, I don't know if I could live without her.  That blond hair, cute smile, and piercing blue eyes that just see her daddy.  Second, Beryl, who has become a true friend, who understands me and still sees the real me, as I am, no pretense.  We can share anything with each other and are always better off for it.  And finally, good friends.  Whether it be the ones I can go out with, share a drink and a few stories, or those of you here, who I can share a story, an email, or a chat with.  Its always nice to have support.  Thank you all for being here.

It helps to remind one to never give in, never surrender, to keep on living.