One day at band camp, yesterday actually, I went for a ride with some long legged assassin who frequents this place. The mind is a funny thing, you remember how things were not how they are infact. I'm a wee touch out of shape right now but my brain and legs are deniers.

About one hr. into the ride my body assplodes in spectacular fashion yet my fantasy persists. "Nahhh I am just having a bad day". What utter BS, my arse is in need of some base miles. Ouch.

Old race horses never learn ;)