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Maybe you've seen the TV commercials about BMW... the ultimate driving machine.
Long blog again, I've got a lot on my mind... ;-)

I checked with Google who reports the average age of a BMW driver is 57 years old. Perhaps, but the ones who come up on my rear bumper flashing their headlights are much younger.
Depending on my driving schedule, I'm doing 600 miles per week. I get on the road around 8:30am and return home around 8:30pm. That gets me after rush hour when traffic starts to clear. All of South Florida's highway system is under construction. The posted speed limit is 65 on most highways and there are times we are doing 80. Yes, we... I'm not alone.

I have a saying "It doesn't matter how fast I go, someone always wants to go faster."

Three years ago, the Department of Transportation partitioned off a lane designated as an 'Express Lane' where they charge a toll that the fee is determined by the time of day and amount of traffic. From Downtown to the northern most part of Miami is 10 miles and the toll start at 50 cents in the middle of the night and jumps to $10.50 for a Friday at 5:00pm ride during the month of September. Thankfully, I'm not around that part of Miami in my travels. The section I'm using is near Hollywood to Fort Lauderdale and is 50 cents. The normal flow of traffic is around 35-45mph and the express lane peaks around 65. The lane ends and typically traffic thins out so we can go faster.
One morning, I got to the end of the express lane expecting to speed up but the guy in front of me wants to shift right... but traffic won't allow it. I look in my rear view mirror and see a BMW right on my tail. He wasn't there two blinks ago and probably one car length from me now. He's flashing his lights like I'm holding up traffic. Within a second, this guy get so close that I cannot see his headlights! Oh, time for a video. I click my cellphone to movie mode as no one is going to believe this story. I'm actually forced to slow down to avoid the guy in front and I'm sure the guy behind is thinking I'm hitting the brakes intentionally to annoy him and he decides to switch lanes jamming the speed at the same time as the guy in front changes lanes.
Like a scene in the movie Mission Impossible this guy slips between us but he has enough time to 'shoot me a bird' like I was the one causing the problem.
I had a few choice things to say and was sure he had overdosed on a**hole pills that morning, typical of many BMW drivers.

Wow, I said all that. Now, back to the intended blog.
I see lots of car accidents, but this month, most of the serious high-speed accidents involved BMW's.
Last Sunday morning around 7:30 two BMW's collided on the Turnpike that back up traffic for miles. Although there isn't much traffic that early in the morning, I say they were high-speed racing, all lanes were closed and we were single file riding on the easement. It was no less than 30 minutes crawling to go two miles around the accident. I could see bumpers on the roadway, deployed side airbags, broken parts all around the wreck. I knew they were BMW's from the emblems on the wheels. The front of one and rear of the other... totaled.

After all, it seems that some can be rude and still comment on the other person’s blogs As if, it’s all water under the bridge. Meanwhile, in reality, I don’t give a f*ck if that person loves or hates me.

The self-importance some think they have is of little importance at all.

i was thinking: there's not a lot of romance on CS. it would seem like the original CS members can't find a spark in this tribe. then i was thinking: maybe if we tag ourselves CS and MD, we can try a different tribe. then i was thinking: maybe gather some volunteers for a search party, head hunt or perhaps kidnap members from eharmony or penty of fish...to be tagged accordingly.

or, we can focus on what's really important, Trump

today, my very cool older male co-worker asked me if a man ever asked to lick the inside of my thigh. i wasn't sure if i heard him right so i had him repeat. the answer was "no". anyway. that's all the action i got today.

I met a Viking traveler whose
Great dragon parted the mist with its glowing eyes and curling tongue
Lapping up the brined shimmering sea’s froth

I met a Viking traveler whose
Great waves of hair extended up to the moon
Fighting with floating cloud’s dominance

When a man admits to watching a women’s TV show or network immediately makes my mind wander... like, into the forest of no return. I mean, nothing emasculates a man more then the admission of watching such things. It’s not judgemen, more like, check the couch cushions for your balls or something. Retrace your tracks. When was the last time you saw them?

of days of wonderment, hardly felt
of nights of fulfillment hardly felt
of weeks of wanting, never held
of arms empty, when words are shallow
and thoughts are less than what holds
when life is hard but lovers aren't
and the road is long but the message is short
if relationships could cover miles when notes could not
when gaps are closed with eyes wide open
this is the state of online love

I have been watching a pretty good horror film. I’ve seen it before so i’m thinking about other things while watching. Thinking stuff like, wouldn’t it be nice to watch with someone? Maybe if there was a someone here, there’d be some cuddling or snacking on junk from the kitchen. We might talk of eating out but things go heywire and the lovemaking gets in the way. Maybe talk of stuff but one thing always leads to another and the lovemakng gets in the way.

You take a moment and read the mail. You stack it in the “later” pile and sit down, next to your hunny and the lovemaking gets in the way.

The safe zone or the danger zone or
The pleasure zone
Tasty words or photos...wet
The combination of the two, delightful

The safety of distance decreases resistance
Making absence a wireless aphrodisiac, while a laptop mimics oysters and pearls

The forced abstinence of contact makes faithfulness fruitless
As committed hours are limited by busy schedules and selective log offs
No greater fantasy than online love

Times holds a heavy load
In absence of humor can be a jam in the spoke
The lighter the laughter eases ruts in the road
Lightening the daily harvest of our woes