Pickup
Ride a Harley or Honda?
Not yet.
HYE kissed the Blarney Stone?
Yes but not more than needed to maintain my sanity and pleasant demeanor. Well maybe a bit more.
I never pass up a chance for a good skinny dip.
Several partial, one a few years ago was just a hair shy of full, it is an eerie feeling darkness.
HYE been on a balloon flight?
Fireflies, stretched out on a blanket with enough of them around you feel like you are floating amidst the stars.
Early morning or late night skinny-dip?
Numerous times and love it since the first time.
On the Royal Gorge cable car in Colorado. Somehow we timed it right to be the only ones on it though on our return we had company.
Curiosity as to what the wetness was a long time ago led to my first taste. Since that first tentative finger lick and the surprise of the tangy sweetness and aroma I've been addicted to the flavor. I can only believe if I didn't like it then I doubt any one else would either.