It’s February, dear reader, and I’m beginning to fear we here in the west have been ripped off and deprived of another winter. If things do not improve soon, I may have to nude up and go outside and do my Celtic Rain Dance. It’s quite disgusting and will no doubt inspire complaints by the neighbors, and to the neighbors I sincerely apologize but say also tough titty: I slogged all the way through that last bastard of a summer on the promise of a winter and By God I Will Have My Winter. Besides, we need the rain.
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I haven’t been doing much driving lately, but today I got a chance to take the Panty Dropper out for some triple-digit speed therapy. ‘Twas lovely.

N.P.: “I Won’t Back Down” – Hybrid