Sweet Dreams, Baby!

[K3 Chris Onwiler]

What a night!
I went to bed thoroughly tired from a hard day's work, and just a bit drunk.  Now THAT'S a recipe for sleeping like a baby. :)
I'd been busting my butt on yard work, because a big storm was coming.  You can't do much with leaves and grass after it rains, and the yard hadn't been touched all month because of Laura's Halloween decorations.  I worked past dark, but got everything done, then treated myself to about six ounces of Ameretto and some Ibuprophen.
The storm came through about midnight, booming and banging.  I started to dream.
I was in the pits at Hallett.  Mitch was out on Lonny's Gixxer.  I was up next, I couldn't find my leathers, and the sky was looking tornado ugly.  This went on for some time, and I just couldn't find those leathers anywhere!  Finally I got them on, just as Mitch whipped in to get fuel and give me the bike.
Big ugly raindrops were beginning to pelt down as I went out on dry tires.  All I could think was that I'd wreck Lonny's bike.  First time past the pits, everyone else was in for rains.  I was all alone out there in steadily worsening conditions.  My team was scrambling to get our rain setup from the trailer.  I could see them going nuts each time I passed the pits.  I was really scared, because the Gixxer was all over the track, and Hallet is no place to mess with.
Now remember, this was a dream.  An unbelievably lifelike, technicolor, 3-D dream, so perfectly real that my sleeping mind thought I was living it!
I'm guessing that about this time the storm moved through.  In my dream, the other bikes all started coming out on rains, but it had stopped raining.  No one wanted to go back in, because they were already down  the time it had taken to do one tire stop, and they certianly didn't want to do another.  I was leading, conditions were coming back to me, and everyone was trying to tiptoe to the finish on their rains as the track dried.  Now I was far and away the fastet guy on the track, and way ahead to boot!  The big, orange Gixxer and I were raping and pillageing unchallenged.  I was purposely buzzing people on a wheelie, looking over at them like they were slow as I passed!  Hank Jr.  started singing in the background.  "We say grace, & we say Maam, if ya ain't inta that we don give a damn!"  Man, I was doing stand ups down the pit straight, throwing a terrified Lonny the thumbs up as I passed!  It was just awesome!  I owned the race, owned the bike, owned the day!
Then I woke up.  :'(  Well, it was one hell of a dream, anyway!

[EX#996]

So was your bed a bit damp when it was all said and done?   :o


 ;D

[K3 Chris Onwiler]

Nope.  Our roof doesn't leak....

[EX#996]

That's not exactly what I was referring to....

 ;)

[spyderchick]

So was your bed a bit damp when it was all said and done?   :o


 ;D

Please, please, please don't encourage Chris to talk about his wet dreams.
 :o ::) :P

[K3 Chris Onwiler]

Please, please, please don't encourage Chris to talk about his wet dreams.
 :o ::) :P

I stared at the woman, mouth agape.  She was an absolute Amazon: sexy, tall, and built solid as a rock.  The lady just radiated confidence.  It was clear that she expected to be taken seriously, and was probably willing to physically rearrange the attitude of any jerk who decided she could be trifled with.  Putting aside her size, wild shock of hair, attitude, and a pair of piercing green eyes, this was also the first female outside of a magazine ad that I'd ever seen wearing racing leathers!  She produced a rather sweaty business card from a pocket inside her racing suit.  It smelled like her perfume.

[spyderchick]

I stared at the woman, mouth agape.  She was an absolute Amazon: sexy, tall, and built solid as a rock.  The lady just radiated confidence.  It was clear that she expected to be taken seriously, and was probably willing to physically rearrange the attitude of any jerk who decided she could be trifled with.  Putting aside her size, wild shock of hair, attitude, and a pair of piercing green eyes, this was also the first female outside of a magazine ad that I'd ever seen wearing racing leathers!  She produced a rather sweaty business card from a pocket inside her racing suit.  It smelled like her perfume.

My business cards are not sweaty...
 :P

[EX#996]

Perhaps Chris's hands were damp for some... umm.... 'other' reason.

 ;D

[K3 Chris Onwiler]

Perhaps Chris's hands were damp for some... umm.... 'other' reason.

 ;D

Dawn, you seem to be "stuck" on a "wet" and "dampness" kick.  Kinda unhealthy, and a bit embarrassing on a public forum.  Is there some problem you're not discussing?  Perhaps your "Buck" is getting too old to rut? ::)

Oh, I'm dead.  Absolutely dead.  Dead man walkin, right here....

[EX#996]

 Perhaps your "Buck" is getting too old to rut? ::)

Nope, not too old...

Just too good!  

 ;D

[spyderchick]

Oh, I'm dead.  Absolutely dead.  Dead man walkin, right here....

Like I've said..."You kiss your wife with that mouth?"

That's twice in one day, buster! ::) ;) ;D

[Mark Bernard]

"Dead man walkin the mile.... dead man walking the green mile!"