Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Black biker weekend at Myrtle Beach, SC

black jeans in threads going up her thighs, connected to stellato heals. It could all be missed by the big hump in the back, vibrating with the motor of her crotch rocket. You won't see her again in the dark seas of biker weekend. The rebels would weave between other bikers and cars when there are spaces between the men in dark blue in the heat of Memorial weekend. You could see late model comaros painted two tone.Threeblocking the traffic at the gas station at Walmart.
Also possibly underage African queens with blue tented contacts avoiding the sun with a cup of complimentary water at the Bojangles.
Can't help but stare at the long straight hair with the curves that threatens the white man's law abiding expression
the music vibrates their windows bombs out on coming cars with local and vacationers coming and going on 17.
The police are out numbered but their pressence is known
South Carolina prints the deaths in the paper maybe because of the no helmet laws lessening the blows of brain injuries.
Despite the complaints by locals about noices of accelerating engines, bike weekend proves that the SOuth will not rise again.

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