after a month and a half of riding it was time to change our oil, wash and polish the bike. this was supposed to be my chore, but i decided to outsource the labor. it wasnt difficult, lol, its nice to be a girl...the chores soon turned into a street party as the local people and two police battalions gathered to see the white girl with the big bike.
Psshht... I walk away from the bike; last words from Marie ¨I am going to do this - I don´t need you¨. Later I come out to check her progress and she has every Tom with a harry lined up to change the oil; hotel guests, cops, and homeless shoeless guys. Sometimes I wish I had boobs too.
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