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The Lamp

The lamp rested on a glass shelf amid delicate porcelain figurines, Capodimonte roses, and glimmering gold sorcerers and dragons. Although the other, flashier items were arranged in the forefront to attract the most attention, it was the little golden lamp that drew his eyes like iron filings to a magnet. Surrounded by more glamorous and

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Daydream of You

We’re riding on a narrow, twisting mountain road. Themorning sun is warm on our faces, and your body ispressed tightly against my back. I can feel your fullbreasts against me, your nipples hard from the coolmorning air. Your hair flows out from under yourhelmet in our slipstream like molten honey. The road narrows, forcing me

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Moonlight Swim

The ponds are shrouded in inky blackness as I make myway slowly down the levies between them. I know youhear me coming, the staccato rumble of the Harley’sengine echoes out across the calm surface of thewater, and my headlight carves an erratic path throughthe darkness as I search for you. I know you workedlate; your

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Unfinished Business

The story of this bike begins at the AMD European Championship 2007 in Mainz. It was here that I met Peder Johansson of Hogtech once again. Peder is one of the top Swedish Chopper/frame builders with 25 years of experience in the business. I respect him especially for his versatility and craftsmanship, as next to

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Power Of Attorney

“Dago” Red sat on the bottom bunk and watched a roachscurry across the toes of his county issued slippers.He had sat, elbows on knees, his chin resting in hispalms for the last two hours waiting for his attorneyto show up. The arrogant bastard. Red reached outsuddenly, squashing the roach with the sole of hisright foot,

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Tucker’s Lot

The staccato rumble of Tucker’s Harley brought Elowyn to her feet. Her hands trembled, her long, slim fingers clenched so tightly that half moons ofblood appeared on her palms where her nails gouged them. She knew from theway he sped into the dirt driveway, sliding to a stop in front of theirbattered trailer, that he

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SUNDAY POST FOR JULY 11TH

Hey, Life is nuts, but it’s still cranking along. Yesterday, I attacked something I’ve never grappled with before. I attempted to complete fuck up a perfectly good Sportster gas tank for our Peashooter project. It was the biggest stumbling block of this 1929 Bonneville bike effort. Two elements bothered me. I’ve never challenged myself to

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I AM ALIVE

Wind, rain, cold, heat.I feel them as living, breathing entities.To know that all around me is alive,To know that I am alive. The bike between my thighs,The road beneath my wheels.The vibrations of the living world trembling through my body,Telling me I am alive. The sting of rain on my cheeks,Searing heat rising from the

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