Riding My Rocket

I love my dirt bike! Now that I know what I am doing, and can ride nearly every kind of terrain on it, it is more fun than stressful. I’m no daredevil however. I do have some sense! 😛 Once in a while my 12 year old has to come to my rescue if I am not comfortable with a spot on the trail, like huge deep puddles where the only way around is through a narrow channel of deep mud, or through the puddle while hoping it isn’t soft on the bottom! Or giant hills with lots of rocks, or channels…up or down them. Meh. I have no shame in asking for his assistance. Ok…it is a wee bit embarrassing…but I am a big chicken about pain! hahaha He has no fear, and is a chivalrous sort. ❤ 🙂
I love the straight & flat-ish areas for fulfilling my need for speed…woo hoooo! :D, and I like the challenge of the trails through the trees with their dips, puddles, and small hills, which are a rush all their own, and give me a feeling of accomplishment when I dare to do them, and succeed. Getting muddy is half the fun too! I always still have the cleanest bike of the bunch, though. Which they delight in telling me so. Little smarty pants dirt monkeys! lol

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I never thought I would love doing it as much as it turns out that I do! Can’t wait to go again….
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Darkish Poetry Fun

Whilst surfing for quotes and such, on this fine, gray, foggy, frosty and spookyish “Spring” morning….I came upon this fun site…
and thusly wrote this darkly wonderful vampirish poem.
A “cheat poem” maybe, since it is sort of generated with multiple choice, but never the less, it inspires me to sharpen my wordsmith stakes…umm…I mean, skills. heh.
hint: *read with intense, and sinister dramatic voice*….
Full-Moon-In-A-Dark-Forest

eternal

It is a night of subtlety, a song of ethereal pain,
wolves vent their loneliness. The beautiful one
stirs.

Curling, icy wisps of death shroud her brooding form,
a timeless dread.

Her silken hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
life streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of shared vitality,
I awaken.

mwahahahaha!

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