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A Good Place to Stop?
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A Good Place to Stop? A Good Place to Stop? I know the biking context is getting old but I haven’t hit on a new theme as yet. Furthermore, I find that I get a lot of thinking done while biking. The actual act of biking requires little mental processing so whatever capability that is left over moves on to other subjects. That happened a few trips ago. I’d been riding along at a good clip with spare brain power reviewing shopping lists, ’s schedules and enjoying being out in the woods on the trail completely alone. I started to wonder how secluded the trail actually was? I often ride for miles without meeting or passing a jogger or another biker. How much privacy might one truly have? As I sped down the granite path I skimmed the sides with my eyes. Where could one sneak away for a bit of a lark? The daydreaming became more of a planning (scheming) session. I could suggest a bike ride. Secrete a small blanket in the saddlebags. Where could I lead her? This section wouldn’t work. The skinny pines had few low branches. You could see for a very long ways through the woods. Nope, she’d never go for it here. I picked up my pace a bit as recreation changed to research. I moved into an area with more brush closer to the trail. Visibility is more conducive here but the trail passes through quite a bit of private property. There were fences and yards and sheds and toys flickering through the trees. The brush is thick enough to block the view but sound does carry. Section after section flashed past. Too open, too close……..ugh, too wet and buggy. “Oh yeah, that will get her excited, tons of bug bites on her butt. I was covering ground faster than I ever had, my legs pumping along without thought as my mind focused on finding just the right location. After traversing a section of city streets that offered entertaining albeit impractical alternatives, I enter a wilder section of trail. The trees are still rather widely spaced but with more brushes beneath them. The land has a bit more shape to it, slight rise and fall that limits line of sight visibility, at least at ground level. Hmm, how much cover is really needed? No need to mask a standing individual after all? “Damn it, the bikes?” One couldn’t leave the bikes on the trail without attracting undo ……..focus. “Mildred, I wonder who left these bikes? Do you hear something funny, Mildred?” This, while a stimulating thought experiment, is getting demanding. The requirements are piling up: off trail access close enough to move bikes out of sight, far enough for sound not to carry back to the trail, brush to limit prying eyes but not so thick as to create a hazard of thorns, poison ivy and mosquitoes. Proper timing was important too. It had to be late enough in the ride for her to be a bit winded and ready for a stop. Not too late in the ride so that I’d be completely sweated out. Hmmm, how to get her to follow me off the trail? Come up with some teasing, coy lines? No, just walk my bike off the trail with an inexplicable, “you’ve got to see something.” Then how to suggest a romp in the woods? A long slow kiss of course. A small split of wine hidden in the blanket. Nope, better make it stronger, Long Island Iced Tea, better for the convincing. Oh she’d think it cute and crazy, but would she go for it. Perhaps a bit of a dare might coax her? “Oh, sure Menard’s works for you, but not a romantic glade?” Uhm, that’s another story. “Come on,” flinging out the blanket over a clear space. Oops, note to self, add limited rocks and branches to the list. “Come here sweetie, no , plenty of privacy, last warm day of the biking season. What’s not to go for?” “But someone might see, or hear.” “We haven’t seen anyone in miles or are you intending to be quite loud,” sitting on the blanket. “Oh, we can’t.” “Yes, we can,” taking her hand and drawing her down to the blanket. “And it will be lovely. It’s a great place to stop.”  |
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9/4/2006 4:06 pm |
Better be careful of any animals you lure in there Professor.. 
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9/5/2006 9:53 pm |
Gosh, imagine going through a park just thinking of all the spots you "could." My personal favorite is picnic tables, just the right height, but only at night when no one can see.
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9/7/2006 3:41 pm |
hmmmmmmmmmmmmm you wrote this post and then a friend of ours wrote about getting bug bites. hmmmmmmmmmmmm I think you might have been in the woods, off the bike trail, in your fantasy together. ~cute~
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I think I know your friend. Multitasking fantasies. That's pretty progressive. Prof
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9/10/2006 7:01 pm |
Oh where Oh where has my professor gone Oh where Oh where can he beeeeeeeee With is ears cut short and his tail cut long  Oh where Oh where can he beeeeeeeeeeee
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Alas, as a standard member I can't watch videos. Prof
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Oh,prof- is it a story or your true experience
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Oh,prof- is it a story or your true experience
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