Feelin It

We came home from our nightly dog walk and I opted to take out the wagon and Anita jumped right in on her newly tuned up 2 wheeler.

I hear What?

Why? Are you OK?

Followed by heart attack, stroke and fuckin Dementia Really Dementia?

That was from my Mother in Law

FUCK

I thought you liked me.

Did my Doctor call?

No WTF

I’m 56 years old and I think they are ready to bury me. I’ll show em!

I mounted "The Wagon" and I soon felt it shimmer,  2-3 pumps and we are off for a night to remember. I raced down Pompano and right off the bat I got Her up on 2 wheels. I hear Anita shrieking in the back ground , but I  just keep peddlin'

She’s suddenly got a shake and a shimmy as I am warming her up to gear 2 and 3 and I see the rear fenders are the culprit of ruining my smooth ride. Gone!!

Fenders are for pussies. Last time  I checked I had a dick. Yup!! Still there.

Canabilize it! Chop it and crop it. Consider it done,

Yea fuck that front fender too. Takes the chicks eyes off of my “total” package, when I'm rollin up.

We round the corner onto Williams and she is running hard 15-20-25 mph....I'm hot now!  5th gear…..6th gear….7th fuckin gear!!!

40 MPH I’m overtaking cars Anita is in the far far distance yelling Glory Of God protect him!!!!

That is when it all turned south.

Vertigo set in, my head was spinning, I had blurred vision, cold sweats, I was at my fuckin prime!!

I never felt so ALIVE!!!!

I’m was going 44 and I felt like Michael J Fox in my own personal time machine.

I think of my life, family and faith and all I can do is scream Whooooo Wheeeee

I’m now screaming down Kubin ,like a man out of his mind on some exotic drug.

But NO!!!

This is natural, clean, smooth, just the way it should be

 But I’m greedy. I want more I reach for it as my legs are pumping like 2 fuckin pistons in a high performance sports car.

Lambo, Radi, Martin, Volkswagen And then it happened…..

I threw the ole gal into 8th gear, but sad to say ……she only has 7………...........

FUUUUUUUUCK

Snap, flap,clapchachacha

Chain failure!!

 I leap off her and sprang into action before you can say Moonshot.

Within a few moments into said repair, that an average 5 year old could handle, Anita asks

Should I call Ted?

What?

Why?

NO Fuck Ted

I jump up and try her out and a second time I hear Call Ted?

Being married almost 30 years, a wise woman told me pick your battles,  oh so quietly I mumble under my breath F U C K. T E D

I reach down and adjust my chain and adjusted my cock, just to make sure and I look at her and say Call Ted!!

As she fumbles with her phone I yell over my shoulder

THAT IM FUCKING HEADING HOME!!

Off again into pure pleasures of a ride, wind in my hair, fear at my back and I am possessive this is the apex of my life, this is MY time.

Just like when a set of pied eyes look at you and say "Let's double up" Yes YES YES we shall

 As  the sun is setting to the west, on this fine historic day, let;s just call it  Dementia Day, The Snapper Sleigh (patten pending) will be stripped down with basics, ape handle bars, suicide brake cup holder.

All this by the next full moon.

So lock up your daughters, keep eyes on your ole ladies,because panties will be wet and nipples hard as the snapper slayer rolls into town for another fun filled adventure.