Motorcycle stuff. Very cool if your into it, otherwise you may want to skip this post.

I finally got around to installing the Christmas gift I received from Beryl a while back. It was an exhaust kit for my R1, and I must say I'm very impressed with the results.

First of all, its a steal for the price. But it is labor intensive. You first have to disassemble most of the rear of the bike to remove the stock twin exhaust.











Once it was off the end cap rivets need to be drilled out then the factory titanium welds need to be cut to allow the removal of the inner baffle. I took them to my place of work to use some heavier tools. It still took about 2 hours to get both pipes gutted.

Factory Baffle

Once apart, its just a matter of replacing the restrictive stock baffle and replacing it with a newly wrapped race baffle in each pipe and riveting both end caps back on.

Restrictive Factory Baffle

Then of course its time to take them home and put it all back together.

I've only ridden it twice since putting it back together, but the improvements are noticeable. There is less of a power dip at the 6,000 rpm range, smoothing out the power delivery, and there is also less shuddering at lower speeds.

The best part though is the sound, it has a much deeper base sound and a nice growl when giving it some gas.

I'm including some sound clips from the company these were purchased from. I took some before and after videos myself, but the sound is not as good. If your interested in seeing my own bike with these, let me know.

Race baffles with repacking kit

According to the manufacture, "Installing this kit will give you about 4-6 hp and 5 lbs of torque." And "Saves you about 2 lbs of total weight compared to the OEM exhaust baffle."










I have to say, I am extremely impressed. Thanks again B.

My other baby...

Damn-it....

So I'm out last night playing pool, I get home around 11, about an hour earlier than normal. I see the bedroom light on when I pull in and I'm thinking, wow, she's still up, I'm shocked. I try to be quiet going in so I don't wake my little one.

I feed the fish and turn off the lights that are left on for me and decide to use the downstairs bathroom before heading up. Flushing the toilet gave me away apparently. She never heard me come in because the A/C is on in the house. By the time I get upstairs, the light is out and she's standing beside the bed closing the toy drawer in her nightstand. I asked her what she's doing, she said she was putting the rabbit away.

Apparently she was reading one of the old penthouse letters magazine that we have and getting off using the rabbit. Ok, that's fine with me, I don't have a problem with that at all. I know how good the rabbit vibe is for her. Hell, I love using it on her sometimes.

I get undressed and climb into bed and ask light heartedly, what, she didn't want to wait for me. She says, why do you have to be like that, I don't know if your joking or serious. I'm a bit confused by the statement. Anyway, I slide up next to her and put my hand on her stomach, and guess what? She wants nothing to do with me.

Denied. What The Fuck!!!!
Really?

She's usually in the mood after reading those, I don't understand. What did I do? All I can think is I was never intended to catch her using the rabbit, which I think may be a Monday night ritual when I'm out.

I'm still fuming inside about this. Am I being unreasonable wanting to get in on the action, thinking she's in the mood? I'm just absolutely confused.

I'm feeling like the following video...

Sensory Overload Pt 2

Here is the link to Part 1, in case you need it.

The word "no" echoed in my head still as Light continued bathing Darks backside with that talented tongue. Yes, she would pay for that bit of playful insolence, and she knew it well. Dark always did relish in pulling the strings that would evoke my own esoteric desires, for they were not only mine, but hers as well. That could wait, the longer it was prolonged, the more ideas would rouse. Now was the time to savor what was in front of me while I'm still bound to the bed.

I watched blond hair rise and fall between beautifully rounded, alabaster mounds, the candle light playing on both of their bodies. Dark's head leaned against my thigh as she let out a shudder of pleasure, Light's oral skills obviously being put to good use. After a cascade washed through her body, she went right back to work on me, her lips pursed on the tip of my cock. She again took me into her mouth, taking her time pleasuring me, sucking, licking, savoring.

I see Light sit up, her hands still working Dark's body. Her arm moving in and out, as her fingers must be working in and out as well. Dark moans with my cock still in her mouth, her tempo getting a bit faster. I know what she needs. I tell Light "she loves her ass licked while her pussy is filled". Light obliges, lowering her head to Dark's ass, it takes less than a minuite for another shudder to rack her body. She sucks me down her throat as her whole body thrust towards me. I tell her "fuck yes, swallow my cock", and she happily obliges, my length disappearing beneath a dark head of hair. My head is back, face to the ceiling, eyes closed, as the shear ecstasy of the moment overcomes me and I cherish it. How I held off, I don't know, all I knew is I wanted more.

Light helped Dark to her feet and kissed her softly as their lips came together, delicate hands on shoulders and waist. The kiss was broken so Light could have what she wanted. She turned her back to me and bent at the waist as she backed into me, languidly impaling herself on me. Her hips shifting side to side, her ass moving in unison, accommodating me easily, but sliding down slowly. Her pussy is so wet, theres no resistance at all as her ass comes to rest on my thighs. I feel the heat inside her as I'm enveloped in her embrace.

Dark is standing there, her eyes rapt on the scene before her as her hands reach out to touch us both. One goes to Lights back, up and down, rubbing slowly. The other on the back of my neck as she pulls my head to hers, devouring my mouth hungrily, tongues entwined in a delicious dance of decadence. Dark looks down to watch my cock moving in and out of Light, the evidence of Light's arousal clearly a sheen on me as she draws away, only to slam back onto me. Dark reaches down to cup Light's hanging breast, running her hand lightly over her nipple. I tell her "pinch her nipple", she does, just as Light slams down on me again, her moans getting louder with every thrust and increase in tempo. I command Light to cum for me, cum with me buried in her. I want to feel her tighten around me.

I want my hands free, I want to touch so bad I'm straining at my bindings, my muscles tight across my outstretched arms and chest. I need to touch, to feel, to control...

A ribbon of black

Sometimes happiness is the randomness of the universe aligning to make for a perfect moment in time.

I had one such moment the other day. I've been trying to commute to work more on the motorcycle. One it is way cheaper on gas, and two, it's a hell of a lot more fun to ride.

There are factors that fight against me consistently on these commutes that seek to ruin the fun aspect, that's why I've dubbed it "Commuter Combat". Traffic is one of the biggest problems in the Boston area. The main hub around Boston, as well as all its tributary's, are a constant struggle during those busy hours when most of us are on the road. I leave the burbs in the morning and most mornings, within about 5 minutes of hitting the highway, the speeds drop and your at a crawl, your left hand aching from clutching in and out. Or, I'm constantly dodging the cage drivers who don't see me or just don't care as they invade my lane space. It's usually the same on the ride home, except it's as soon at you hit the highway, things don't get above 20-30 mph until your at least 15-20 miles from Boston, and I'm already about 8 miles south of bean town that when I join the battle.

I got caught in one of these traffic snarls the other evening. Things were worse than normal though. Speeds never topped 10 mph. I'm baking in the sun, temp in the high 80's, the heat is pouring from the engine running really hot between my legs. Full leathers for safety do not make for good freeway parking. I saw an opportunity to ditch the highway and took it after 30 minutes of making it forward a whole two exits. I shot to the right and got off fast.

Finally able to get some cooling air to the engine and my body, I start to loosen up. I make my way to a conservation area that has a few miles of twisting roadway that roughly parallels the freeway. I know I'm not going to be the only one though using this bypass, so I don't get my hopes up just yet.

I take the left at the light and of course, there's about 6 cars in front of me. The good news is there's no one behind me. So I slow up, letting the cars get away from me, cruising with one hand on my leg. I'm just taking in the scenery of the woods around me as the elevation climbs, the shade of the dense trees helping drop my body temp by a good 20 degrees.

The first corner looms ahead, both hands back on the bars, I slide my feet back putting the balls of my feet on the pegs, and bring the revs up, the motor singing under me. I lean left, keeping my body within my lane, then the quick snap to shift my weight to the right, hugging the inside corner. The wind whistles in my helmet, competing with the high winding exhaust for purchase in my ears. My mind is on this outstretched ribbon of black in front of me at this moment. My heartbeat seems to slow, the sun flitting through the trees is a surreal background in my peripheral, the wind cools my chest, and the shadows dance across my path. The next corner is a tight right hander, I drop down a gear and shift my weight again, over the right side of the bike, my knee out. The tires stick like glue as the trees flash by and a left turn is right in front of me, careening the bike now left, my body shifts with it as I rail through that corner. I sit up coming out of that left as I'm closing in the the rear bumper of a cab very fast. A touch of brake and all is back in line as a huge smile crosses my face.

In all, it was only about three quarters of a mile of twisting blacktop. But it was all mine for that one minute. No oncoming traffic, no one in front of me and no one behind.

Sometimes the stars do align to to bring us small pieces of happiness.