Here's the blog I write, we just put 6,000 miles on a connie from Minnesota to the west coast and back. Pictures and storires. I'm light on CB stories lately, but enjoy the scenic photos.
http://www.behindbarsmotorcycle.com/Then, the Connie hit her stride. 155 horses kicked her in the ass. My head snapped back, Kelsie held on tight. The the silencer valve in the exhaust opened, and I made some serious inline-four racket of my own. I leaned forward, the front end went light, and we blasted past the Harley. I smiled. A fine end to the day.
Then I saw the lights.
I dropped the F-bomb in a series of colorful, innovative ways that would, at first, make an English teacher blush, then applaud for the dynamic use of one word as so many different parts of speech...
