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.
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