Goldenrod
I live for the CABE
It doesn't take much to amuse the corn-fed, cow pie dodgeing boys of the heartland. You just let them ride on the wrong side of the road if they get confused. Provide edible food in a trough, a place to talk and a way to get their hands dirty makes them as happy as a chicken looking at a june bug. During the Whizzer Rodeo, Mr Monarch totally humiliated Goldenrod, the local favorite with thirty years of Whizzer experience. David learned a lot in a few weeks. Just look at him grin with his full head of hair. He even won the turtle trophy for the slow race.
That long legged, blond, biker chic was the most fetching lady at the picnic. I got to take her home. Life is that grey area between Whizzer rides with my buddies.
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