Think of the leggy woman in a tiny bikini and investment-grade boobs who usually adorns a bike, then replace her with a paunchy, hairy guy. I love the cheeky role reversal.
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About 100 miles north of Cheyenne, I looked around and didn't see another soul on the road. That's it, I'm gonna throttle up.
It was lovely, and that loveliness took my mind off the many things that could go wrong after dark, like all the big animals that could run out and clobber me, leaving me vulnerable to other dangers as I waited ten or fifteen minutes for another vehicle to come along.
When we motorcyclists say we've got "helmet head" it's understood that we're referring to our funky hair. I've come to a different definition of helmet head over time, though.
In sauntered a tabby. I wondered if she had shrewdly sized me up as an animal lover or if she just assumed an air of chin-scratch entitlement with everyone.
Unlike the Egyptian pyramids or Stonehenge, which rise vertically, the Hopewells would have needed a means of flight to survey and appreciate their work.
What ensued was a moving story of what it’s like to foster a baby squirrel whose mother was killed by the family dog.
Why are we obsessed with being entertained? G.K. Chesterton said, "There are no dreary sights; there are only dreary sight seers.” I wonder if he had Kansas critics in mind.
It’s an ingenious concept really. Imagine a game show that challenges contestants to use make scenes from twelve colors of corn.
She remembered skinny, sexy Elvis and I remembered paunchy Elvis in the jumpsuit and cape who starred in campy movies. Hearing him sing those spiritual songs was a chance to reconsider someone I thought I’d known.