Here are the youtube videos for my runs, I also included the links below each if you want. Sorry, they are kind of grainy. Enjoy, I did.
I am looking forward to any comments.
The first run of the night.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nLW38rEuplg
Our 3rd run of the night.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SSJdEP3oZhY
The difference between a 1000cc engine and a 600cc engine.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuEGPwEEZ0E
And I thought I would include one of Evans runs.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WjLjTGHYRnU
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
R1 Video
Well I promised a video of my New England Dragway runs...
Now the problem is the stupid files are to big to upload. So sorry, maybe I will put them on youtube and include a link for anyone interested. Let me know if you are interested please.
Now the problem is the stupid files are to big to upload. So sorry, maybe I will put them on youtube and include a link for anyone interested. Let me know if you are interested please.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
A great day
he second part of the day was exciting. After leaving work at six, three coworkers and myself headed up to New England Dragway, two of us with bikes, one with a car, the other elected camera man. It was a first for me and and all I can say is it was fucking incredible. I had my Yamaha R1, D had his Yamaha R6, and E ran his turbo Honda S2000.
There are a few rules they require you to follow for safety depending on how fast you go. If you go quicker than 10.5 sec in the quarter mile or faster than 120 mph then you must have a starter kill tied to your person. Neither one of us has such a device, both of our bikes being stock. Well the first run I make, I'm a little nervous and take it easy, but end up running 12.69 at 124.34 mph. Oops, I think I'm in trouble, I get to the end, take my time slip, nothing, no warning or talking to. Cool.
The next few runs get better, the fear gone, I start experimenting with different launching rpm's or shift points. In the end, the best time I got through 8 runs was 11.226 at 136.79 mph., never one warning given for breaking the trap speed limit. The bike is capable of high 9 second times at 147 mph, but not the rider, oh well. I will put a video up to share when I get it, but it was a fucking rush.
P.S. Sorry Spring, I can't take riders down the quarter mile with me :(
The R1 still sits in my truck bed a day later.
Sexy ass.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
FFF 6/18/10
She stared into the camera lens. Intensity written in every move and pose. She knew exactly what was expected of her. The more clothing that came off, the more her inhibitions fell away. Her posing becoming more deliberate, more daring, more erotic.
The typical cold of Russian winters held no sway here, nothing could match the heat coming from between her legs now.
She continued to tease the camera, knowing what the photographer wanted...her. But she was going to make him work as well. She would not give in so easily, though that is exactly what she wanted to do. There was still work to be done.
After what seemed like hours in the studio, she was left with nothing on but a coat and her heals. The heat still emanating from her was becoming overwhelming now. She had all she could do to concentrate on the job at hand, not giving in to the lustful desires that must be written so clearly across her face.
She looked directly at the photographer as she slowly uncrossed her legs, revealing all of her beauty, her essence.
He muttered to himself as the camera snapped away the final and best shots, “the Iron Curtain had well and truly fallen.”
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Vision's
I'm having visions of black leather, thigh high boots and collars, dancing through my head. I think the fiction muse has struck me. Stay tuned...
Monday, June 14, 2010
A Little Update
Well, my wife received a bit of a reality slap last week. We heard from her family that her brother is getting a divorce. He is in his late twenty's and has been married for about eight years. He is career military man, been in the Marine Corp since exiting high school. He is also the father of three children. Apparently his wife has been seeing a guy on the side for the last half year. She admitted to it after hearing from his children that "so and so did this with us today", etc.
I fully understand how people grow apart, I'm not one to judge believe me. It just seems that military marriages are even more difficult than most, a lot of time away from family on leaves puts that much more strain on the other half. What surprises me about this is that he has not been on leave for quite some time, so this has all happened while he has been around. And he worships the ground she walks on, its kind of sickening to see from this hard core Jarhead. He has been lucky to have been able to stay in California for much of his career, being a Drill Instructor for a few years does have its advantages.
I am interested to see what kind of effect this is going to have on my wife and our marriage. Lately it has seemed like she has had blinders on to our relationship, just set the cruse control and pay no attention. I've been feeling like a mental crutch lately, just there for the emotional support. I wonder if this will open her eyes at all to just what can and does happen when things don't work.
I fully understand how people grow apart, I'm not one to judge believe me. It just seems that military marriages are even more difficult than most, a lot of time away from family on leaves puts that much more strain on the other half. What surprises me about this is that he has not been on leave for quite some time, so this has all happened while he has been around. And he worships the ground she walks on, its kind of sickening to see from this hard core Jarhead. He has been lucky to have been able to stay in California for much of his career, being a Drill Instructor for a few years does have its advantages.
I am interested to see what kind of effect this is going to have on my wife and our marriage. Lately it has seemed like she has had blinders on to our relationship, just set the cruse control and pay no attention. I've been feeling like a mental crutch lately, just there for the emotional support. I wonder if this will open her eyes at all to just what can and does happen when things don't work.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Softly Slammed
He softly slammed her against the wall, her arms pinned above her head with his left hand. She struggled little, only wanting his lips on hers, stretching her neck forward to make contact. He obliged, only to be force ably consumed by her parted lips. She devoured his tongue as his pressure on her wrist increased. Their hearts pounding together, chest pressed against each other. His right hand found its way up under her skirt, moving her panties aside to sample her wetness. His fingers finding that sweet pearl, sliding lower and up into her easily. He brought his fingers up to her mouth, she readily inhaled her own scent as the both shared her essence.
His hand still holding her against the wall, he unbuttons her shirt, revealing her heaving chest, still trapped in her bra. He pulls it down freeing both breast, his head moving down her neck. His mouth finds her breast, enveloping her. She moans with pleasure, the pressure gone from her wrist, she puts both hands on the back of his head savoring the sensations. His one hand on one breast, mouth on the other, tongue teasing her nipple to hardness. His remaining hand finds it way back to her waist, skirt still around her hips, he slides her thong off.
Her breath quickens with his fingers deftly rubbing her clit, she starts grinding back against his hand. He begins sliding two fingers into her, she welcomes them, spreading her thighs a bit wider, accepting. In and out, he kneels completly before her adding his tongue, pressing, circling her clit. The climax rocks her, her legs shake trying to hold herself up. She pulls him up to her waiting mouth, his cock now pressed against her wetness. She says "I want to be fucked, now."
He turns her around, her hands on the wall, ass pushed out, waiting. He guides himself into her, she takes him easily, as a soft purr escapes her lips. She begs him, "please fuck me". His thrust become deeper, harder. She has to brace herself against the wall. "Yes, fuck me" she cries. His hands full of her hair, he continues slamming into her. Their pace quickens, her cries get louder, more demanding. She pushes back at him, impaling herself as another orgasm shakes her.
His hands tangled in her hair, his thrusting still as intense. She looks over her shoulder at him, "you know you want to cum in me" she says slyly. "Oh yes, fuck me". With a final push, he nails her to the wall, lifting her off her feet, his orgasm overtaking him. "Fuck yes" he gasp, filling her deepest reaches.
A coy smile crosses her face, she always knows what he wants.
His hand still holding her against the wall, he unbuttons her shirt, revealing her heaving chest, still trapped in her bra. He pulls it down freeing both breast, his head moving down her neck. His mouth finds her breast, enveloping her. She moans with pleasure, the pressure gone from her wrist, she puts both hands on the back of his head savoring the sensations. His one hand on one breast, mouth on the other, tongue teasing her nipple to hardness. His remaining hand finds it way back to her waist, skirt still around her hips, he slides her thong off.
Her breath quickens with his fingers deftly rubbing her clit, she starts grinding back against his hand. He begins sliding two fingers into her, she welcomes them, spreading her thighs a bit wider, accepting. In and out, he kneels completly before her adding his tongue, pressing, circling her clit. The climax rocks her, her legs shake trying to hold herself up. She pulls him up to her waiting mouth, his cock now pressed against her wetness. She says "I want to be fucked, now."
He turns her around, her hands on the wall, ass pushed out, waiting. He guides himself into her, she takes him easily, as a soft purr escapes her lips. She begs him, "please fuck me". His thrust become deeper, harder. She has to brace herself against the wall. "Yes, fuck me" she cries. His hands full of her hair, he continues slamming into her. Their pace quickens, her cries get louder, more demanding. She pushes back at him, impaling herself as another orgasm shakes her.
His hands tangled in her hair, his thrusting still as intense. She looks over her shoulder at him, "you know you want to cum in me" she says slyly. "Oh yes, fuck me". With a final push, he nails her to the wall, lifting her off her feet, his orgasm overtaking him. "Fuck yes" he gasp, filling her deepest reaches.
A coy smile crosses her face, she always knows what he wants.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Oh, ye of little faith
I want to share something that I have not with anyone else, from the safety of my anonymity of course. I was reading something about religion and it made me want to put this out there. This is the day I lost what little faith I had in the Catholic religion.
It was a little over ten years ago. I was younger of course, less worldly. My sister-in-law had her first child. This is the first child I had ever been close to, just knowing well enough to care, seeing him often enough. He was the first baby I had ever held, I've always shied away from that. He was my Godchild.
Well, cut to about 7 months later. We get a call that night, we have to rush into Children's Hospital in Boston, he is not doing well. I don't remember any kind of panic or worry on my part, I figured it must just be a bad sickness or something. So we get there and are told he has Spinal Meningitis and there is nothing they can do for him. I felt the world ripped out from under me in less than a second, how does this happen to a 7 month old?
To this day I have a hard time talking or thinking about this.
We all go into the room in shifts, two at a time, to say our goodbyes. What do you say to a child that can't even talk yet, who has yet to live a life that is being taken away? It tears my heart out to this day, looking down on a helpless child who will not make it another hour. I don't recall what I felt then, I was just in a daze. Looking around the waiting room, not a dry eye there among family and friends.
I remember the wake and funeral vividly, it was too much grief in one place at one time. I had never experienced an unexpected death until this point, only it was much more poignant being a child. I had friends that could not even go near the room with the casket, they would not, they refused. I remember not wanting to be there, I couldn't even look at my sister and brother-in-law, could not look them in the eye. I couldn't deal with my emotions, how did they?
I became very angry at the church. The in-laws are very God fearing people so how could this happen to them? They were brought up devout Catholics, unlike myself who came from a mixed religion marriage. My mother was Catholic, my father didn't care and never attended mass. He left our religious education up to my mother who enrolled us in Sunday school and made us complete all the sacraments.
This was the event that changed my view of religion, the day I lost my faith. My inner anger has grown since then. I still attend mass with my wife occasionally but I feel the absolute fraud. I think about the little boy, laying there with all kinds of tubes in him, helpless, every time I enter a church. And my heart is stained a little more every time.
The in-laws turned back to the church, stronger, wiser, now with five children. I turned away with a still heavy yet fragile heart.
It was a little over ten years ago. I was younger of course, less worldly. My sister-in-law had her first child. This is the first child I had ever been close to, just knowing well enough to care, seeing him often enough. He was the first baby I had ever held, I've always shied away from that. He was my Godchild.
Well, cut to about 7 months later. We get a call that night, we have to rush into Children's Hospital in Boston, he is not doing well. I don't remember any kind of panic or worry on my part, I figured it must just be a bad sickness or something. So we get there and are told he has Spinal Meningitis and there is nothing they can do for him. I felt the world ripped out from under me in less than a second, how does this happen to a 7 month old?
To this day I have a hard time talking or thinking about this.
We all go into the room in shifts, two at a time, to say our goodbyes. What do you say to a child that can't even talk yet, who has yet to live a life that is being taken away? It tears my heart out to this day, looking down on a helpless child who will not make it another hour. I don't recall what I felt then, I was just in a daze. Looking around the waiting room, not a dry eye there among family and friends.
I remember the wake and funeral vividly, it was too much grief in one place at one time. I had never experienced an unexpected death until this point, only it was much more poignant being a child. I had friends that could not even go near the room with the casket, they would not, they refused. I remember not wanting to be there, I couldn't even look at my sister and brother-in-law, could not look them in the eye. I couldn't deal with my emotions, how did they?
I became very angry at the church. The in-laws are very God fearing people so how could this happen to them? They were brought up devout Catholics, unlike myself who came from a mixed religion marriage. My mother was Catholic, my father didn't care and never attended mass. He left our religious education up to my mother who enrolled us in Sunday school and made us complete all the sacraments.
This was the event that changed my view of religion, the day I lost my faith. My inner anger has grown since then. I still attend mass with my wife occasionally but I feel the absolute fraud. I think about the little boy, laying there with all kinds of tubes in him, helpless, every time I enter a church. And my heart is stained a little more every time.
The in-laws turned back to the church, stronger, wiser, now with five children. I turned away with a still heavy yet fragile heart.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Narrow Escape
Well, the end to another week. I must stay this was a rough one. You, all twenty of you, almost lost me and my wicked mind.
I was commuting home on the red rocket Tuesday, making good time on the highways, enjoying the weather in the 80's. I had made it about forty minutes south of work and was on the back roads in my local area, just taking my time, when I spotted a pickup truck trying to back out of his driveway. There were three other cars in front of me, but instead of letting this guy out, they would slow down and swerve into the other lane to go around him. At this point I'm only going about 20mph so I stop and let him back out. About 2 seconds later he jams on the brakes and is pointing over my shoulder. I can't see anything in my mirrors but I heard the screech of tires. I look to my left to see a tire stopped six inches from where my left foot is on the ground. I look to the driver of the Ford Escape and he just shrugs at me while maintaining his phone call. If I had not been holding the clutch and brake levers in, I would have shattered his passenger window.
If he had hit me, I'm pretty sure I would be laid up in the hospital right now. I hate sharing the roads with clueless Massholes. Just another reason I always wear full leathers when commuting on the Yamaha.
Well at least the bad has been tempered with the good, I've had some nice conversations online this past week with a follower...
Anyway, just wanted to share a little. If you drive, please be aware of motorcyclist, we are more out there in the open just trying to share the roads. If you want to hit the guys doing 100mph on one wheel though thats fine with me, one less person giving the rest of us a bad name.
I was commuting home on the red rocket Tuesday, making good time on the highways, enjoying the weather in the 80's. I had made it about forty minutes south of work and was on the back roads in my local area, just taking my time, when I spotted a pickup truck trying to back out of his driveway. There were three other cars in front of me, but instead of letting this guy out, they would slow down and swerve into the other lane to go around him. At this point I'm only going about 20mph so I stop and let him back out. About 2 seconds later he jams on the brakes and is pointing over my shoulder. I can't see anything in my mirrors but I heard the screech of tires. I look to my left to see a tire stopped six inches from where my left foot is on the ground. I look to the driver of the Ford Escape and he just shrugs at me while maintaining his phone call. If I had not been holding the clutch and brake levers in, I would have shattered his passenger window.
If he had hit me, I'm pretty sure I would be laid up in the hospital right now. I hate sharing the roads with clueless Massholes. Just another reason I always wear full leathers when commuting on the Yamaha.
Well at least the bad has been tempered with the good, I've had some nice conversations online this past week with a follower...
Anyway, just wanted to share a little. If you drive, please be aware of motorcyclist, we are more out there in the open just trying to share the roads. If you want to hit the guys doing 100mph on one wheel though thats fine with me, one less person giving the rest of us a bad name.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Returning the favor
He rounded the corner to see her laying on the bed, not a stitch of clothing to be found. She lay there, calmly gazing up at him, a knowing look in her eyes. She told him to strip, who was he to question this delectable specimen. As he removed his clothes, his gazed longingly over her, savoring every curve. Her hair splayed across the pillows, her eyes intent on him, her nipples already erect, her freshly wax pussy clearly evident between her slightly open legs.
She was having the desired effect on him, as he removed his pants and sprang to full attention. It was about him today, she thought to herself, as she made her way to the edge of the bed. She reached out with both hands and grabbed his cock as her bent down to kiss her. Their tongues commingled, longing evident in their embrace. She broke the kiss, she had to have him in her mouth, had to return the pleasure that was give her last time. She teased him mercilessly, masterfully using her tongue and both hands to savor every inch, up one side, down the other. She took him into her mouth, loving his hardness, knowing she caused this. She continued to alternate sucking, licking, kissing, and using her hands.
She again lay back down on the bed, on her back, her head hanging over the side. She pulls him to her open, waiting mouth, enveloping him again. He reaches down to play with her fully erect nipples, softly at first, then increasing in pressure as she moans around his cock. Her hands cover his, encouraging him on, pinching harder. Her hands go up over her head and find either side of his ass. She pulls him into her, suddenly taking all of him into her mouth and throat. She directs the pace by her hands, holding him fully for a few moments, the letting him go. She knows he can't take much more. She picks up the tempo, taking all of him with each thrust. She was right, with a final thrust he cums down her throat, her hands holding him firmly there as she savors the feeling.
She releases him from her mouth, a smile spreading across both their faces. Barely able to stand any longer, he collapses on the bed next to her. He lay next to her savoring her scent. She loves knowing how to please him in such a way...
She was having the desired effect on him, as he removed his pants and sprang to full attention. It was about him today, she thought to herself, as she made her way to the edge of the bed. She reached out with both hands and grabbed his cock as her bent down to kiss her. Their tongues commingled, longing evident in their embrace. She broke the kiss, she had to have him in her mouth, had to return the pleasure that was give her last time. She teased him mercilessly, masterfully using her tongue and both hands to savor every inch, up one side, down the other. She took him into her mouth, loving his hardness, knowing she caused this. She continued to alternate sucking, licking, kissing, and using her hands.
She again lay back down on the bed, on her back, her head hanging over the side. She pulls him to her open, waiting mouth, enveloping him again. He reaches down to play with her fully erect nipples, softly at first, then increasing in pressure as she moans around his cock. Her hands cover his, encouraging him on, pinching harder. Her hands go up over her head and find either side of his ass. She pulls him into her, suddenly taking all of him into her mouth and throat. She directs the pace by her hands, holding him fully for a few moments, the letting him go. She knows he can't take much more. She picks up the tempo, taking all of him with each thrust. She was right, with a final thrust he cums down her throat, her hands holding him firmly there as she savors the feeling.
She releases him from her mouth, a smile spreading across both their faces. Barely able to stand any longer, he collapses on the bed next to her. He lay next to her savoring her scent. She loves knowing how to please him in such a way...
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