It was a soft tail that I sat upon the back of. I lived in Hawaii and dated a Navy boy. After rolling around in the dark on a beach, sharing the gospel, getting stoned, getting watching, losing the keys in the sand, we rode back into Honolulu where we took an overpass too quick, and flew off.

He’s married and a believer now.

I’m writing to a phantom in goggles on GLP.

I still think you’re the computer.

Let’s see your riding gear.
I’ll critique it, even without you asking.

Strut your stuff, Hogrider.