Have you ever wanted to run the twisties so badly that it's like sex you cannot have? I've been a single parent for so long that sex is a remembrance of things past. It's been so many weeks since I've run my twisties that it too, is a remembrance of things past. However - In my mind, I am flying down those twisted roads upon wings made of rubber and steel.
I put my hands out as I walk from the bathroom to my computer. Elbows bent, I spread my palms as though they were wings. My body bobs and weaves through the corners of my house. I fly.
What prompts this? It was supposed to be warm enough, and I've the day off while my son is on a Boyscout camping trip, and I've got the cash for the requisite meal and fuel for my ride. Only now, it might not be warm enough. It was supposed to be in the seventies. Now it's looking like the sixties. I've made the run in the sixties before. Two hours to get there and I was too cold to make the run.
So I'm dreaming. All will be decided by the weather report in the morning. The realization that the twisties are like sex to me? Whatever. Give it to me baby, give it to me!
I put my hands out as I walk from the bathroom to my computer. Elbows bent, I spread my palms as though they were wings. My body bobs and weaves through the corners of my house. I fly.
What prompts this? It was supposed to be warm enough, and I've the day off while my son is on a Boyscout camping trip, and I've got the cash for the requisite meal and fuel for my ride. Only now, it might not be warm enough. It was supposed to be in the seventies. Now it's looking like the sixties. I've made the run in the sixties before. Two hours to get there and I was too cold to make the run.
So I'm dreaming. All will be decided by the weather report in the morning. The realization that the twisties are like sex to me? Whatever. Give it to me baby, give it to me!