1:23 a.m., 12.11.04
Multiples and motorcycle news

Oh hey - you guys are gonna love this - I'm certainly very impressed with myself:

I'm learning to have multiple orgasms.

No big deal for girls, mind you - some of you freaks can keep coming all day long - but for a fella, this is big news. That's about the only thing you girls have to brag about over us.

And I can assure you the expression on my face when I hit number FOUR the other night was truly priceless. A combination of exhaustion, elation and utter confusion.

I'm not talking finishing a shag and "playing through" either - been there, done that. This is different, 'cause I'm not going back to zero in between, if you know what I mean.

Nous is highly miffed with me, because getting her over the line is a much tougher process and is generally only accomplished manually. So I feel a bit guilty about it, but hey. What's a guy to do?

In an unrelated event, I had a minor heart attack this afternoon, caused by a lapse of concentration while riding my beasty motorbike. (If you want a gander, this bike looks the same as mine) Here's the story:

So I was lanesplitting (you know, zipping down the white line at the traffic lights like all annoying bastard bikies do) down High Street Rd in the shitty weather today, coming up between a red '80s mazda and a late-model black SLsomething Merc on the right.

Lights go just as I've committed to getting through, mirrors move out of the alignment I'm expecting, and my right handlebar smashes the crap out of the passenger mirror on the Benz.

I follow the guy to the next lights and pull up beside his window. "Pull over mate, and I'll give you my details."

Driver: "No buddy, she'll be right. I'm sure it'll pop right in." I look over at the mirror, noting the expensive electronic looking shit hanging out.

Me: "You kidding mate? I've buggered it right up."

Driver: "Don't worry about it mate. I'm a rider myself, just got a Virago. I know what it's like, it's a shitty day to be riding, don't worry about it. Bloody nice bike, by the way."

Me: ".....faaaaaark. Thanks mate. Yer a legend. After you then."

So if you're out there mate, thanks again, yer blood's worth bottling.

Funny, If I'd had the presence of mind, I'd have aimed at the Mazda instead, and I would have had to fork out for it for sure!

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