#Long-distance motorcycle touring

[goodoldbandit]

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[katyaromanoffpetrova]

It's Lights Out And Away We Go

Natasha isn't the only one obsessed with the motorcycle her wife got her. Turns out it's perfect for knocking Katya's ego down a notch as well.

- Natasha Romanoff x Fem!OC (Katya Petrova from the Forgotten Ghost Series) - Wordcount: 1.4k - No warnings :) Masterlist

A/N: thank you @milfs69420 for the idea! Hope this is what you had in mind :)

Most men had a motorcycle to escape their wives, let's be honest. A reason to hide in the garage and go out for long drives. A hobby "for themselves" that their wives hated.

Natasha was the opposite. While she loved riding her bike instead of the car when the weather was nice, she didn't often go touring just for fun. Not alone, at least. After an hour, she was bored and missed her partner. 

But every now and then, it was a nice way to clear her head. The weather was beautiful today and Katya was at work, so she'd taken the opportunity to pull her shiny new motorcycle out of the garage, driving aimlessly until her fuel meter flickered red.

Pulling up at a gas station, Natasha turned her engine off and kicked out the stand. A group of bikers—black leather, long beards, broad-shouldered—watched her from a distance, half of them mounted on their bikes, half enjoying the shadows of the small gas station store. They were intimidating to most, the reputation of biker gangs not helping their image, but Natasha wasn't bothered, twisting the fuel tank cap by her seat off.

Her helmet gave her a sense of anonymity on the streets that she didn't often get to experience otherwise. While her long red braid peeked out from underneath, she wasn't immediately seen as Natasha the Avenger. Right now, she was just a woman, dressed in black, on a very, very nice motorcycle.

"Nice bike!"

She looked up from the fuel nozzle in her hand, her visor popped open just enough to see, but not enough to get recognized. One of the bikers had called out to her, an appreciative smile on his bearded face. It wasn't the first time people gave her bike hearteyes, and it wouldn't be the last.

"Thanks!"

As expected, he came over to her, leaving his helmet on his motorcycle. Men could never resist something pretty. "How fast does she go?" He asked. His plaid shirt was tight around his thick arms, his leather vest worn in as he held onto it. He looked nice enough.

"Do they ever go fast enough?" Natasha joked, hearing Katya's warning voice in her head that yes, the bike could definitely go too fast.

A deep laugh rumbled in his chest. "No, they don't." Now that he stood closer, he gave her bike another thorough once-over, nodding appreciatively. "You take good care of her, she's like new."

"She is still pretty new," Natasha answered. Talking to strangers wasn't usually her favorite, but he had genuine interest in something she was proud of and enthusiastic about, so she was happy to chat. "It was a gift." 

"A gift?" The man whistled through his teeth. "You must have done something right."

Natasha grinned. "You'll have to ask my wife." 

It's a good thing her mouth was covered by her helmet, because her smile showed exactly how she felt about that wife of hers. To be safe, she averted her shimmering eyes too, watching the numbers on the pump climb as the gas poured into her tank. 

"Your wife?" The man exclaimed with a disbelieving laugh, his beer belly shaking. Clearly he wasn't used to wives being supportive of this hobby. "You're a lucky woman. I wish my wife was into this." 

"She's not. Not really. But she knows that I am." Natasha pulled the fuel nozzle out of the tank, careful not to scratch the paint. He must be hearing the fondness in her voice as she spoke of Katya. "Cars are her thing."

"Then she did her research, because this is a beauty. Don't often see rare ones like these." Once more, his eyes glided over the bike, trying to take in every detail. 

"Yeah, sometimes in life you get lucky, I guess," Natasha joked.

"Some more than others." He laughed, offering her his gloved hand. "I'm Rufus by the way."

"Natasha." She smiled, firmly shaking his hand. It almost engulfed hers. This was such a normal, human interaction. A stranger who talked to her just because they both loved the same things. It was so refreshing and unusual.

"If you'd ever want to join us, it'd be great to have you. It's just us men today, but we have women riding with us too." Rufus followed her gaze to his buddies who were too busy joking with each other. "Promise they aren't half as bad as they look."

Natasha didn't expect to feel excited at his offer. This man had no clue who she was, but he hoped she'd stick around for her personality and shared interests alone. She couldn't wait to tell Katya this. "Thank you."

Rufus nodded once. "I'll let you get on your way." His heavy boots took a step back to make space when she kicked up the bike stand. "Thank you for blessing us with this today."

"You're welcome," Natasha mused proudly, turning the key over in the ignition. With a roar, the engine came to life, and she heard Rufus's delighted groan over the rumbling. For good measure, she revved the engine a few times, grinning widely as she shut her visor and shot away from the gas station.

As Natasha lazily weaved in and out of traffic, she couldn't stop smiling. Her interaction with Rufus was such a stupid thing to be excited about. Someone complimented her motorcycle, how exceptional! But it was way more than that. 

Rufus made her feel wanted and welcome. He invited her to join them. Someone wanted to be her friend for the simple fact that they had the same hobby, not because she was useful or famous. And she was as giddy about that as a kid getting an invite for a classmate's birthday party.

He'd also unintentionally reminded her of just how privileged she was. An expensive motorcycle between her thighs, the money she and Kat had to get themselves these nice things, but most of all a supportive wife who bought her the bike. It wasn't a given to have a partner like that. 

The butterflies in her stomach fluttered happily thinking about her happy, good little life.

Fifteen minutes from home, something colorful caught Natasha's eye in the distance. It was hard to tell because of the reflecting sunlight on all the car roofs, but as she came closer, she could start to make out the distinctive orange color between the rest of traffic.

Slowly, she came closer, squinting her eyes trying to make out the number plate, but it should have been pretty obvious that it was who she thought it was. Who in New York had the exact same car, in that color, and managed to drive it that shitty?

With a smirk, she sat up and called Katya, hearing the call connect through the earbuds in her ears.

"Hi! I'm almost home."

"I know." Natasha smirked, now only four cars behind.

There was a short pause as Katya processed that answer. "Are you stalking me?" She accused her with a chuckle. Right then, Natasha merged behind her car, weaving slowly to pull Katya's attention to her rearview mirror. She knew it worked when a gasp came through the phone. "Oh, hey!"

"Hello," Natasha mused, speeding up until she drove next to Katya's window, giving her a small wave. "Fancy seeing you here."

Katya stared at her for longer than was safe. "It has to be illegal for you to drive around on that thing. You're a distraction to all the other drivers."

"Is that why you drive like a drunk grandma?" Natasha saw her scowl through the window.

"Take that back."

Natasha's sly smile widened. "I'll take it back if you press your foot on the gas pedal."

"I can beat you home if I wanted to."

"Bet."

"Bet." Katya adjusted her seat, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. "We start at the next sign post."

Natasha pressed her chest closer to her motorcycle, wrapping her fingers securely around the handles. "Enjoy the view off my ass, because that's what you're going to be looking at the whole way home."

"Prepare to have it beaten."

It was a losing game for Katya. Natasha was the better driver and she had a more agile vehicle that crept into places the car couldn't. By the time she pulled up on the driveway at home, Natasha had already parked her bike inside and pretended to wait impatiently on the porch. 

Katya woke up the next day to find a sticker on her car. 

"Warning: Slow moving vehicle."

[farm-witches-fic-recs]

Farm witch friends, you have done the coven proud.

We've got so many good recs it's going to take a few weeks to share them all!

Starting with these that were recommended more than once, if you haven't spend some time with these fan favorites, you should check them out now! And leave the authors some love, of course.

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Everyday Magic (houdini74/@mostlyinthemorning)

Each magic story is so unique, so sweet, so... D&P! 

I couldn’t pick just one of these wonderfully variable scenarios that all include just a little (or maybe a lot of) magic added to the perfect scene setting and banter. 

Favored Nations (@blueink3)

ALL OF IT! It’s my go-to when I’m feeling down, when I need to revise our boys. The characters, writing, and plot are all amazing. 

Amazing world building, very in character slow burn.

The ultimate slow burn, the perfect love story set amongst the wonders of Broadway and NYC.

It’s just so, so good!  I am a sucker for secret romance fics, and this one has that and so much more.  Add in some Shakespearean theater with a twist and just the right amount of angst and sexiness, it’s just perfect! I love it so much.  

This author knows David, Patrick, and the NY theater world inside and out. The volume and level of specificity, volume, tenderness, anxiety, and love of these characters and worlds is astounding. The characterization is so vivid, it's the easiest fic to forget isn't canon.

Fifteen hundred miles (morehuman)

I go back to this fic a lot! I just love the idea of them both challenging themselves and finding out what they are capable of.

The most incredible journey, a gift to go along with them in it.

I carry these heart-shapes only for you (@ladyflowdi and @ships-to-sail)

I love this transportative, visual feast of historic fiction. Luscious WW2 Paris is so vividly portayed and David’s wild, wealthy, LGBTIQ+out flamboyance juxtaposed to the farm-boy turned military-man Patrick is sexy and sweet. It undoes me every time. I actually first came to the piece via FairManor’s outstanding podfic. Both the text and the podfic are high art. It’s not just one of my favorite fan-fics. It’s one of my favorite stories of ALL time in any genre. I read/listen and I am at the Gaston, riding on the back of Patrick’s motorcycle, kissing in windmills, eating crepes, touring junk shops & dancing naked to 40’s blues. I’d give anything to see this as a film with Dan & Noah & cast. I want a leather bound print copy of it. Also - The epilogue is progressive, heartbreaking thoughtful genius. I’ve just finished rereading & listening to it again. Each time there are new Easter eggs to be found. Joyous. 

It's just the most beautiful piece of writing ever written. Descriptive, lyrical, hot, stunning, heartbreaking. It has everything. 

I’d swing with you for the fences (@nontoxic-writes)

Achingly sweet and fluffy all set in the perfect baseball/famous AU with secret relationship AND musician Patrick. I come back to reread this one a lot!

What isn't there to love?  Baseball, long distance relationship, sex, songs, coming out to the parents, coming out to the team, coming out to the world, excellent use of side characters....I could go on and on.  There are so many amazing fics out there, but I've read this one at least a dozen times! 

Incorrect (@lisamc-21)

You can hear David saying it, but now picture the Maldives.

A beautifully written story of our boys meeting on vacation. Their trip is so sweet and so hot, and when they say goodbye, it's heartbreaking. The twist- they are both famous in their own worlds but don’t recognize each other so don’t realize who the other has hooked up with. When their week ends, they try to maintain a long-distance friendship as they learn who the other is. What was a hot hookup becomes a slow burn, and it’s amazing!!

The Last Rose Video (@distractivate)

Gorgeous writing, the perfect mix of canon and AU, clever plot, great dialogue.  The fic I read over and over.  It’s as comforting as a warm blanket. 

Swoon. SWOON.

Strike Anywhere (@madlori)

Hot firefighters. Hot sex. Hot romance. But like in a Sandra loves Keanu sliding out of a speeding bus kind of way.

Hot hot hot!  That’s the first work. Then- the author developed a prequel that is also hot but is also funny, loving, sweet. Love fireman Patrick!

This enemies-to-lovers-to-secret-husbands story featuring Patrick Brewer as a firefighter, is deliciously tropey and blazing hot, but also it’s written with such authentic emotion and perfect banter that it keeps me coming back to read it whenever I need a mood lift. 

Such great heights (@likerealpeopledo-on-ao3)

Great story, the very best jokes, and the wedding date chapter is so good it would work as a stand alone fic. 

It's got the mother of all fake dating scenarios, and Stevie in this in among the best I've ever read her. It's also very very funny. All the times when they say Feel The Air crack me up every time!

Sustineo (@rockinhamburger)

This is a perfectly paced one-shot AU that builds a world in which David is a brilliant, stormy, reclusive artist whose whose treatment by the press (and one Sebastien Raine) has made him unwilling to engage with the world…. Until he meets an intuitive and kind art writer who sees him for everything that he is (and can be). All of characters here are perfect and I love the descriptions of David’s art. 

Incredibly hot art fic.

You can fall (sweetsirius/@wordthieve)

It takes the David and Patrick rescue each other theme of the show and makes the stakes even higher. Plus it's just a genuinely beautiful piece of writing.

The story arc and pacing are fantastic. I love how David and Patrick's relationship develops and how Patrick learns to open himself up again after grief. It's incredibly well written. I've read it so many times, from full read thrus to dipping in and out of my favorite moments and chapters.

Patrick is so heartbroken, but then he meets David. So romantic, and feels lived in.

[be-my-ally]

hi! hello! welcome!!!

I'm currently fuelling my elvis obsession by reading and writing copious amounts of fics, so uh, if you're looking for elvis smut you've come to the right place?

Basically everything I write, and a lot of what I talk about, is 18+ though so please bear that in mind + minors please do not interact!

my requests are currently paused and my masterlist with warnings + summaries can be found under the keep reading line below along with a little list of my WIPs.

Masterlist

Big Bunny (4.5 parts)

summary: playboy bunny x 1974+ elvis. Smut, angst, lots of fun in the sky.

warnings: 18+, sex (oral - p+v receiving, p in v), teeny bit of daddy kink, elvis watching reader + another bunny kiss, panic attack, video watching and making. mentions of drug usage, and Elvis' health. 1973/4-1977, bondage.

Suspicious Minds (currently 3 parts)

summary: reader x 1970 elvis & an alternative take with reader x 1961/2 elvis. What would be Elvis' reaction to you confronting him about his penchant for having multiple girls on the go/feeling the need to kiss everyone with a pulse.

warnings: 18+, oral, sex (p in v), possessive!elvis, perhaps an element of dubcon - inspired by *that* comment by priscilla, arguing as foreplay, pregnancy + mentions of infertility. 

Do You Mind? (currently 3 parts)

summary: Reader x Elvis meet cute early-mid 60s (exact year tbd); Reader is having a terrible time at a party, but so is Elvis and the night vastly improves for both of them when Reader stumbles into the room Elvis has hidden himself away in.

warnings: none, fluffy!

Empty Promises (currently 3 parts)

summary: reader x 1963(ish)-5 elvis. The beginning stages of a relationship, dating Elvis + then what can only be described as pure smut as you attempt to seduce him into taking your virginity/as he attempts to 'train you up' + 'teach ya how to take a man'.

warnings: 18+, daddy kink, spanking, thigh riding, fingering (v receiving), oral (p + v receiving), masturbation, phone sex, innocence kink/lots of discussions of virginity.

One Shots

"...Elvis has left for Graceland." reader x 1974 elvis, smut in a jumpsuit.

Wet Bikini reader x 70s elvis, fun in the pool!

The Divorce Decision reader x 70s elvis, angst with a happy ending.

The Seatbelt Sign Is On reader x 75-7 elvis, bondage - big bunny vignette.

Requests

Attention needed reader purposefully makes elvis jealous.

Let Yourself Go reader x bde, reader doesn't believe girls can orgasm - e sets out to prove you wrong.

Treat me nice a 2 for 1 of giving 1957-9 elvis, and 1971-3 elvis a blowjob.

I wouldn’t tell you no lie innocent reader's first time seeing a man, and what a man 1968-71 elvis is.

Prompt Fills

Do it again. Please. reader x 1967 elvis, on honeymoon - pure smut.

Caught in a Trap the suspicious minds alternative take (Also linked there).

Paradise: Old Army Uniform Style reader x 1964-6 elvis, who in the midst of the press surrounding his body while filming PHS tries on his old army uniform.

His Harley Girl reader x 1974 elvis, sex on a motorcycle - elvis takes reader for a ride.

Sobering Up reader x 1972/3 elvis, post-girl’s night out.

Splashing Around oc x 1957 elvis, kinda first date vibes, having fun in the summer heat in the Graceland pool.

Splashing Around (chapter 2) oc x 1957 elvis, more first date vibes - she *gets to dry his hair*

Before the Draft Notice oc x 1957 elvis, there's dealign with elvis' emotions, kissing, and a minor little fight.

Snowballs and Kisses (same universe as splashing around!) CHRISTMAS!

A Tour of The Penthouse reader x 1973 elvis, vegas one-night stand (at the moment).

Vegas Calling reader x 1975 elvis, established relationship - long distance phone call.

All Revved Up oc x 1970 elvis, established relationship, elvis is buying a new car and Laura thinks he looks good doing it.

Throw Me oc x 1974 elvis, somewhat established relationship; Olivia's been invited to Graceland for the week and Elvis takes the opportunity to teach her some moves.

Autumn Leaves Falling Down it's autumn 1972, and Elvis' girl on the side, Laura (from All Revved Up), who is no longer the girl on the side -- has come to stay at Graceland. There's the Memphian, an attempt at a trip to the morgue, and Elvis in a sweater - oh, and smut.

I Feel The Earth Move for the prompt ‘something weather related’ - elvis and reader are out for a drive in a storm & are forced to seek shelter in reader’s childhood home - sweet, fluffy smut ensues.

WIPs (in no particular order)

it’s vegas baby

I wouldn't tell you no lie #2

[kylestfs]

Starting something, finally !

Hey everybody - here to start a (small) series of short TFs, similar to my past airplane seat series.

(This will not be a long series, as I do not have enough time to post daily and have a lot of submissions, so I really apologise in advance if you do not get the chance to participate due to slots being taken)

Now for the subject ;

I’ve came up with an idea : a parking lot. I’ve put vehicles that you guys will choose from in order to be transformed into a new body. Each slot can and will only be used one, thus making it hard for everybody that will submit to get a story.

RULES :

Just pick the vehicle that you want, add a little text (personalise it, but not precise or any specifications on your future body. Only on your previous, actual one or other stuff) and send it to me in my Inbox!

For the people who don’t know a lot about cars & bikes, I’ve created a little sum-up.

CARS :

Ford F-150 : Big pickup-truck.

Nissan Sentra : Small, economical sedan.

Mercedes-Benz S-class : Big, luxurious prestigious sedan.

Ford Mustang : Sporty, powerful American coupe.

Chevrolet Tahoe : Big SUV…with a little twist.

BMW M3 : Sporty, sleek sedan.

Tesla model X : Big, electric full-of-tech SUV.

Toyota Camry : Midsize, average sedan.

Dodge charger : Powerful Sedan. (With a twist)

Porsche 911 : Sporty, luxurious coupe.

Toyota Prius : Hybrid economical small sedan.

MOTORCYCLES :

Kawasaki Ninja : Powerful sports bike

BMW GS : Big, touring motorcycle (long trips)

Yamaha R1 : Excessively quick sporty motorcycle.

Yamaha MT-07 : Average, sporty motorcycle.

EXTRA :

Trek bicycle : Expensive long distance professional bicycle.

[punks-never-die205]

In a modern au what kinds of cars do you think the big four would drive? I headcanon the Victoria to be a tricked out van with obnoxious bumper sticks like “this vehicle makes frequent stops at your mom’s house” that the crew uses to go bar hopping and go to local punk shows 😂

I know the Victoria different for you in your A Light Touch fic so I’m curious about your thoughts!

XD

For better or worse, Victoria will always be a 1957 Bel Air to me - specifically a nice oil slick black with crushed velvet seats. She's a classy bitch and demands some proper respect.

Then there's The Beast - which is a big pick up truck that's probably reinforced enough to crash into a marine base, if we're being legit. I think it's technically Wire's car, but Kid likes to drive, so he's usually driving it. (Wire's apathetic about driving I think).

Killer's ride is a motorcycle - I'm not sure if it's an older Goldwing touring bike (they're hella comfy for long distance rides) or a Harley of some flavor that he's actually tamed down enough it's still loud, but doesn't shake itself into needing maintained every three weeks cause the rattling shakes the bolts loose >.>

Heat's car is that one from Supernatural.

[notoriousbeb]

TTPD Notes - The Anthology

TTPD Notes Glossary

“imgonnagetyouback”  

Not sure of the timing on this one  

But you know who rides motorcycles? Harry. Not Matty.

Also, this song gives me major Grammy Feb. 2023 vibes. God, what a night that was. ::stares wistfully into the middle distance::  

Also, I just think it’s funny to make yet another joke about him wrecking a vehicle. lol. 

"The Albatross"  

Definitely written pre Eras Tour  

To meeee this one smacks of the Olivia Wilde scandal and Taylor being the first one to jump up and clap for Harry when people started shouting Beyoncé should have won the Album of the Year Grammy instead of him. 

Interesting that whole thing ended up hitting Olivia way harder than Harry, if it even hit him at all; I'd argue it did not. Fucking sucks to be a woman. (“Life was always easier on you than it was on me.”) 

I tie the secret message for 1989’s “Wildest Dreams” (“He only saw her in his dreams”) to this one because of the line “But I’d visit in your dreams/And they tried to warn you about me.”

"Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus"  

I believe we’ll learn someday this what written pre-Eras Tour  

The hologram with the multiple people running fingers through the persons hair reminded me of the music video for “Lights Up.”  

I was immediately reminded of “Exile” at the line “you saw my bones out with somebody new (Calvin Harris at the 2015 Billboard Music Awards) who seemed like he would’ve bullied you in school/and you just watched it happened.”  

Side note: I love the play on words with “you saw my bones out” as in the action of watching versus the action of sawing. Genius.  

Also, is she talking about herself as bones because she was at the height of her eating disorder then? :/  

Also also, this song gave me a tummy ache. I need hospitalization after this album.  

“I Look in People’s Windows”  

I think this was recorded pre-Eras Tour.  

I adore this song; I just wish it was three times as long  

I don’t think it’s Peter’s perspective, as some have theorized. I think it’s Taylor’s.  

I do think this is a strong contender for a pining Haylor tune. They shared a city for a long time.  

“The Alchemy”  

Clearly not Travis. Once again, I feel like everyone has lost their minds and ability to comprehend words. The football references are just metaphors, coincidental in hindsight.

She’s talks about someone, likely the muse, seeing her like heroin, but this time with an E, like a heroine (get it?).

And she talks about getting together with someone from her past. Not meeting someone new. “This happens every few lifetimes.” “What if I told you I’m back?…I haven’t come around in so long? I’m coming back so strong.” “Hey, you, what if I told you we're cool? That child's play back in school. Is forgiven under my rule.” This is a ex who fucked up when they were young that she feels like she belongs with, and she is running back to after a long time away.

I had thought at first this was about Matty, but he’s not on much of a winning streak. H is, though. Also, @foxes-that-run reminded me of Harry’s old “sign in his heart” (his the love banner tattoo).

Also: Alchemy…gold rush?? Come on, guys.

"Peter"  

I think this was also written pre-Eras Tour, probably pre-Joe break up, too  

A call back to “Peter losing Wendy” in “Cardigan”  

Also reminds me of the pining in “Ivy” (“The old widow goes to the stone every day. But I don’t. I just sit here and wait, grieving for the living.”)  

Ongoing references to the moon and space between these two...“We both did the best we could/underneath the same moon/in different galaxies” 

More thoughts on Peter

Makes me want to die

"Robin"  

Another pre-Eras tour track, I’d wager  

I think this is also about the muse of Peter Pan. I have seen people say it's about Robin Williams or a child/Aaron Dessner's kid, but she put it on her Apple Music "Denial" playlist. Also, the "slow ticking clock on a string," like the one Peter Pan uses to bait the crocodile? I think it's just another song about how Harry won't grow up but their group of friends all love him and coddle him anyway. Now, to me, that makes sense on the denial playlist.  

Interesting that this song and "Fresh Out the Slammer" both talk about swing sets.  

Also, the trampoline reference reminded me of Harry's line from "Little Freak," "golf swing and a trampoline, maybe we'll do this again."

More thoughts on Robin

[feverinfeveroutfic]

Tijuana sunrise | kinktober 2024 | day iv.: “cardamom kisses”

pairing: chuck billy x chuck schuldiner

prompt: aphrodisiacs

word count: 4364

song: “rain” by guano apes

It wasn’t often I would wake up wondering why an axe had lodged itself into the wall next to my window. I rolled over onto my back and looked out the windowpane to the first rays of early morning sunlight to find an axe handle sticking out from the outside wall as if someone had come after me in the middle of the night. I lifted myself up out of the bed for a glimpse out the window, only to find no one out there.

And yet, I needed to know who had come after me with an axe. It was difficult to see all the way out the window from the screen being right in my face; at the same time, however, I had a sneaking suspicion as to whom would do this to me, and to my house as well.

Quickly, I got dressed and bowed outside of the house for a better examination of the handle itself. Easier said than done, of course, and it didn’t help that the wind was beginning to pick up all around me. A few stray curls dangled down over my face and lips all the while, but I needed to take this thing out of the wall. I gripped onto the handle with both hands and tugged with all my might; something told me that I had to start working out more, especially if I was to go on tour again soon enough: I got too tired too easily on the last round.

I could feel my muscles twitching as I dislodged the axe from the wall next to my window: the edge of the axehead itself was still sharp, and as red as a tomato. I twirled the axe handle around for a better look at the back of the head itself.

“Who in the world,” I muttered aloud. Indeed, the handle itself still had the sticker on the base, and thus, I decided to do some sleuthing.

I needed a walk, anyway. 

With my sunglasses on and a quick comb of my hair with my fingers, I took the axe slung over my shoulder as if I was off to work in the forest. It was a cool morning, cooler than usual for the middle of September in central Florida, especially when a hurricane was on the horizon, so I definitely felt like a lumberjack walking along the street there: albeit a lumberjack without his flannel.

I strode around the next corner, which was going to take me into town, and I knew that I could ask someone as to who had bought an axe in recent days.

I passed by the house surrounded by a series of trees, which in turn kept it cool from the harsh humid summers. It was one of those houses that had visitors over during the wintertime, and whoever came about in the summer was anyone’s guess: it was like the owners had a whole entire army of caretakers on hand during the summertime and hurricane season. At the end of the shaded, long driveway, the garage door stood wide open so I could see the vast, empty garage, with a big black Harley parked in the dead center.

I stood right at the very end of the driveway right before the open garage door, and I spotted Chuck, Chuck from Testament, straddled upon his work bench right next to his big black motorcycle with what appeared to be a joint. He kept his gaze fixated on me as I stood still at the mouth of the driveway. Even from a distance, I could feel the way his gaze locked onto me and stared straight through me. Those thick, molasses-colored wavy locks seemed to drift around the crown of his head and against the crests of his shoulders.

I couldn’t explain it but I could feel it. 

I started walking close to him, and I noticed him nodding at me all the while.

“I see you heard me,” he said to me in that smooth, velvety voice once I came within earshot. I spun the axe handle about in the palm of my hand so the sharp edge of the head stayed pointed to the ground, and then I walked on at a quicker pace towards him. He kept on nodding at me as I came on closer to him. “You definitely heard me.”

I nibbled on my bottom lip as I stopped right before him. I was confused and somewhat miffed that he had thrown an axe at my house and I was lucky that he hadn’t broken my window. All the while, he showed me a little smirk and lit up the blunt again, and I was met with the unmistakable smell of pot burning. But I wasn’t going to let that get in my way, however.

“Okay, I have… just one question,” I began, and I struggled to keep my composure.

“Go ahead,” he coaxed me, and what got me most was his sense of calm in junction with the cloud of smoke around him. I felt as though I was flirting with disaster being there with him and that smoky joint.

“Why was there an axe sticking out of my wall?”

“To get your attention,” he replied with a straight face and without a second wasted.

“Why not just call?” I demanded. “I’m home, you know. You could have just rang me up and said something like… you wanted to meet me or whatever. You could have woken me up that way.”

“But I really, truly wanted to get your attention, though,” he insisted. “A simple phone call would have been boring. And knowing how you slept through the wake up call the last time Death went on tour with us, I wasn’t going to risk it. So I wanted to make it interesting.”

“So you throw an axe at my house?” I demanded, and I wanted to laugh but I was simultaneously horrified.

“I didn’t break the window, now, did I?” he asked me, slightly taken aback by that.

“No, you missed. But you sure got close to the glass, though. You certainly did risk it there.”

I glanced down at the axe cradled in my hands, and I sighed through my nose.

“Okay. Now, what is it that you want exactly?” I set the axe down before him, head down on the ground before his feet. Chuck took out the joint from his lips and snubbed the end of it on the surface of the concrete right there next to his left foot. He lifted his gaze to me right as a thick curtain of smoke billowed out from his lips: those steely eyes staring back at me from that sun-kissed brown skin.

“I wanna get together with you,” he told me.

“Get together? Get together and do what?”

“Have drinks, what else? We’re touring again in about a month so it just makes sense to me that you and I get to know each other on a closer level.”

“But I don’t really drink, though,” I pointed out.

“That’s alright,” he assured me with a shake of his head. “We’ll go someplace nice, someplace where we can relax and have some fun together without a little alky involved.” He flashed me a wink and a sly little smile, and I sighed through my nose once again. The smell of the pot was enough to make me wish for something crunchy and salty.

“You got anything to eat?” I asked him.

“As a matter of fact, I do,” he replied as he ran his fingers through his dark hair. “Let me make you some breakfast. That is, if you haven’t eaten yet.”

“I haven’t, no,” I assured him, and he led me into the house.

Chuck spoiled me with some fresh Canadian bacon with scrambled eggs and sourdough toast with garlicky butter: a cool morning warranted something hearty for the two of us, especially if we were going to go out for drinks in a little while after that. Though I wasn’t sure as to what bar or club around the neighborhood opened earlier in the day given the other ones I knew of never opened shop until around dinner time.

After breakfast, it was closing in on noon, and though it was still cool out, I could feel the hurricane closing in on the coast before us: the cloud bands spread over the sky overhead and the cool breeze swept over us like a blanket. Nevertheless, Chuck handed me his second motorcycle helmet, the red one with a shiny crown that seemed to glitter under the garage lights. He tied up his hair into a snug bun at the back of his head before he put on his solid black helmet with a brown and white eagle feather inscribed on one side; he then put on his black leather jacket with a tag reading “Chief” over his heart, and his accompanying leather gloves to hide his rings, and he led me to his bike.

“I spent all summer fixing this baby,” he told me, and I noticed the word “Sting” inscribed on the side of the fuel tank in dark gray lettering. He took out the key to the bike from his jacket pocket, and he coaxed me onto the backseat of the bike, which he had named Sting.

He climbed aboard first, and then I sank down right behind him with my knees tucked right behind his own. Before he stuck the key into the slot, I noticed that he had put the axe up onto the wall to the left of me.

Chuck started up Sting, which roared to life there in the garage to the point that any other noises were drowned out. I instinctively put my arms around his waist, and he kicked it into gear.

We rolled forth onto the street, and we sped along the block. Everything moved along at such a quick clip that I could have sworn we were going to get pulled over before we even left town.

But we never did get pulled over. Instead, he took me to the freeway, and I figured right away we were going to Orlando. No way I could ask him at that point, but I knew I would once we got there.

I leaned in closer to his back as we sped along the freeway, past the cars and the trucks and under the warmth of the high noon sun. I looked out to the left at the cloud bands spreading in over the horizon, and I suddenly understood why: something about a storm brewing made me curious, and it made me want to come in closer to him as well. But I was going to ask him about it regardless, however.

We took the second exit off into the heart of town, and a gust of wind hit us hard from the side.

He didn’t miss a beat, however, as he took me to this brightly lit bar on the right side of the main artery from the freeway, nestled right in between a Christian store and an adult bookstore, which was always the least shocking thing in the heart of downtown Orlando. He parked at the curb out front, and he switched off the bike.

We took off our helmets in unison, and I shook my hair about to let those stray curls loose over my shoulders. Meanwhile, he kept his bun in place at the back of his head.

“May I ask why we’re in Orlando,” I started to him as I climbed off the backseat; I never realized how much the vibrating of the engine affected me until I stood up off the backseat: the entire inside of my thighs were tingling and I swore my pants had tightened up within a few minutes.

“Right here!”

Chuck gestured to the front glass door of the bar, which beheld the word “Cardamom” in swirled bright red cursive lettering.

“Oh, this is that new place that also serves lunch,” I recalled.

“I came here about a week ago with Alex and Eric and the three of us got so hammered,” he said with a chuckle. “And it wasn’t even four o’clock yet, either.”

That gave me a bit of a pit in my stomach because something told me we were about to get serious in there.

He held the door open for me, and we were greeted by a rush of cold air conditioned air. The entire floor was covered in thick, heavy dark stone that sparkled under the golden ceiling lights; I noticed the wrought iron cages that surrounded the barren light bulbs suspended down from the ceiling. The bar itself was this dark stone that sparkled as if someone had spilled some glitter inside while the stools were all these spindly wrought iron skeletons with bright red cushions: it took me a second to realize that the stools matched the lights. I spotted a lush red couch tucked in the far corner of the room, and I wondered if we were going to go over there at all.

Indeed, the entire front part of the bar smelled of cardamom, the anise and sugarcane feeling that followed me around all the way to Christmas.

Chuck led me to the table near the couch, right behind two women with knee high boots and matching white shirts, and no sooner had we sat down and placed our helmets on the floor underneath our feet when the waitress in the blood red satin top with the top two buttons undone ambled on up to us.

“I’ll have an Irish coffee,” he told her, to which she echoed him with a wag of her finger,

“Irish coffee, I haven’t met anyone who enjoys an Irish coffee since I was like sixteen,” I confessed to him, and I brought my attention to her. “Um… I’ll have a Bloody Mary, no salt on the rim.”

“Bloody Mary! I thought you didn’t drink.”

“No, I said I don’t really drink, meaning I don’t do it often,” I corrected him, to which he raised an eyebrow at me.

“Irish coffee and Bloody Mary, I’ll be back in two shakes of a lamb’s tail,” she promised us in a velvety voice. Chuck and I then leaned in closer to each other, and I couldn’t help but feel as though she was judging us for being together. In fact, I noticed that we were the only men in there: there were the two girls at the bar, as well as a few who came in behind us, and the bartenders themselves were all women.

And he and I had both ordered cocktails.

“You know, coffee and spicy food are said to be aphrodisiacs,” he informed me in a low voice.

“I think aphrodisiacs are said to be an old wives’ tale,” I said, and I couldn’t help but show him a smile.

“They aren’t,” he insisted. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve eaten say, chocolate, or drank down a good cup of coffee and I felt a need to jerk off.”

I chuckled at that.

“What? It’s true! It’s like it wakes you up without a second thought. Put booze into the mix and you have got a good time and a half waiting to happen.”

The waitress returned to us about as quickly as she had left with our drinks in hand and a pair of napkins in her front pocket. It was lunchtime, and Chuck and I were both already drinking.

Maybe I really did need this to loosen myself up.

I was often accused of being a perfectionist, after all.

We both thanked her, and he told her that we needed more time before we decided on what to have to eat, especially since I wasn’t really hungry right then.

But I gazed on at the drink before me, the tall glass filled with that bright red opaque tomato juice concoction, a lime wedge on one side of the glass, and a stick of bright green celery which jutted out before me. I looked on at Chuck’s Irish coffee, rich and dark with a slight swirl inside topped with the cream and some chocolate shavings all inside of the big heavy glass with the thick handle. A part of me wished I had asked for that instead; but I brought the straw to my lips for a careful sip, and the spices, the pepper, and the horseradish all knocked me right between the eyes.

I let out a low whistle and shook my head about.

“Phew.”

“Spicy?” he asked me.

“Quite. It’s delicious, though.” I dunked the stick of celery into the mixture, and then I took it out for a bite. Chuck meanwhile sipped on his Irish coffee, to which he nodded his head.

“That’s fantastic,” he breathed. “Not too sharp, not too sweet, either.”

He offered me a sip, and I took the chance. Indeed, the coffee and the whiskey danced on my tongue and made me feel my chest more. We sipped on our drinks some more before I thought about having a hot dog or something. But then something came over me, especially when I noticed the girls had left the bar, and the waitress and the bartenders had gone into the back part of the bar, which in turn left Chuck and I completely alone. Indeed, I noticed the sun had disappeared behind a bank of clouds.

But then again, I had my eye on the Bloody Mary, on the pepper, the horseradish, the way that the hot sauce hit me over the head and made my heart pound.

Something else was coming over me, as well.

“Man…” I muttered.

“What?” he asked me.

“I don’t know if it’s the Tabasco sauce or the pepper, but…” I peered behind me to the rest of the bar, only to find that we were in fact alone. I spotted the doorway right behind me, and I could make out the stairs inside, and I wondered where they were going. I returned to him as a feeling of warmth washed over me. “I have an idea.”

I picked up the glass and stood to my feet. I gestured for him to follow me up those steps back there. The winds were beginning to pick up outside of the bar, and I hoped that we could go back home in one piece, and that Sting was still out there as well. But for the time being, he was the only thing I could focus on.

I led him up the creaking stairs, only to find the small room at the very top. We were met with a small chaise lounge covered in plush crushed red velvet accompanied with a small rickety footstool and a pile of pillows. I wondered what the girls who worked in the bar were doing with all of this in there, but then Chuck downed the rest of his Irish coffee and set the glass down on the floor by the top of the stairs.

The wind picked up outside, but that second level of the bar seemed to be holding up even in the face of it all.

We could be safe in there with our drinks and our thoughts.

I sipped on my Bloody Mary again when his long, thick fingers grazed over the small of my back. I nearly fell face first onto the chaise, but I landed on the floor, on my hip, and I steadied myself on the edge of the seat with my free hand. I gazed up at him right as he lingered over me, and his long hair swept over my face. He cupped my face, and those long fingers and palms felt as soft and smooth as silk. His big turquoise and metal rings were just the right amount of cool on my warm skin.

“Finish that Bloody Mary, and I’ll show you blood,” he whispered to me. I could smell the coffee on his breath, while I had the taste of pepper and heat on me.

It wasn’t an old wives’ tale, after all, as I downed the rest of the Bloody Mary. Before I could set the glass down on the floor underneath the chaise, he pressed his lips to my own. The heat surged through me as the rain began to fall against the wall right behind us.

I lay down flat on my back, and I could feel my hair spread out around my head. We could lay on the chaise, but I was already on the floor. Chuck hung over me with his hands pressed down on either side of my shoulders, and he looked as though he was about to grind against me. But he never did.

Instead, he unzipped his jacket and showed off his chest to me.

“Feel me,” he begged to me in a breathy voice.

“Under… the shirt?”

“Please.”

I reached under his shirt, and I ran my tongue across the back of my teeth. The taste of pepper again. Pepper and chili.

I raked my fingers down his chest, all the way down to his waist; the smell of the leather from his jacket lingered over me. The taste, the smell, the feel… I was dancing. I was dancing and I was ready to undo his pants for him.

And I did. I opened his pants for him, and he rested his knees down on the floor, on either side of my legs.

I kept on stroking him under his shirt, and then he gave his long hair a toss back with the flick of his head.

“Okay, Chuck, let me show you something,” he began again with a slight clearing of his throat, and he pointed to the head of the chaise, right behind my head. “Hand me that pillow.”

Indeed, I reached up and picked the pillow off the cushion for him. I ran my tongue on the back of my teeth again, and I tasted spices again.

He took the pillow and tucked it between his thighs. I watched him. I watched him rub that pillow against his bare, exposed dick. The mere sight of that combined with the taste left over in my mouth and the smell of the coffee and the leather. It was all driving me wild. I could feel my pants tightening.

A dance of aphrodisiacs in a place named for an aphrodisiac.

I was breathing harder, and I didn’t realize it.

I reached up to the edge of the chaise as if to get more comfortable, but he gripped onto my hip with his free hand.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” he demanded.

I had no idea if he was still rubbing the pillow against his dick, but I could feel my pants coming off. My pants followed by my underwear.

He held onto my hips with both hands while I held onto the edge of the chaise with both hands. I buried my face into the velvet cushion part of the chaise so I was engulfed with the smell of the pepper, the chili, and also the horseradish.

He thrust hard into my ass. It felt like he was branding me with that thick hard dick stimulated by the velvet and the Irish coffee.

The Irish coffee.

It was all too much. It was all too much and I was going to explode all too quickly. But it didn’t matter. He thrust hard, as if he was throwing an axe at my window. I lifted my head and made a low growl, one that sounded like one of the growls I made on Scream Bloody Gore. At that point, the rain came down in droves on the wall behind us so I could growl as loud as I could without any of the girls downstairs hearing us.

Chuck moved his dick out from my prostate and my ass, and he leaned against my back. The two of us breathed hard in unison; I could feel his heart pounding in his chest, while a bead of sweat dripped down from my temple to the side of my face.

“I needed that so much,” I confessed to him in a broken voice.

“Get you out of whatever funk has been around your head,” he whispered into my ear.

The rain pounded hard against the wall, and I wondered if we had any time to get back to the house. Chuck then read my mind and lifted off me. I turned back around to see him fixing his pants and putting his jacket back on.

“You’re not gonna clean yourself off?” I asked him with another clearing of my throat.

“There’s a hurricane coming and I have to do laundry, anyway,” he told me, to which I shrugged at that. He took me by the hand, and we picked up our glasses and doubled back downstairs. I hated the idea of leaving dirty dishes behind when a storm was coming but we had no time. I could not stop thinking about that encounter as we picked up the helmets and headed for the door.

“I’m always going to want kisses here,” he confessed as we stepped out to the torrential rain.

“You and me both,” I said over the roar of the weather around us. He flashed me a wink as he took his key out of his coat pocket.

We climbed aboard Sting, and he fired it up in one fell swoop. I put my arms around his waist again, but that time I slipped my hands down to below his waistband. Though we had had our encounter, I could still feel the effects of our cocktails and the kiss of cardamom around us. That big motorcycle engine and the high winds were both loud enough for me to laugh like a madman all the way back to the house in Altamonte Springs.

And at least we had an axe on hand in the instance of us getting stuck inside of the house. One hell of an axe, as well.

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Best Touring Motorcycle Jackets: A Comprehensive Buying Guide

Touring on a motorcycle and going on road trips means covering long distances, often through unpredictable weather and varying road conditions. This means you need good gear, and a quality touring motorcycle jacket offers both protection and comfort, making your journey safer and more enjoyable. Continue reading Best Touring Motorcycle Jackets: A Comprehensive Buying Guide

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The mode of transportation may affect the road conditions in Thailand

INTRODUCE

In the past two months of living in Thailand, transportation has remained an essential part of my life as a student.And during this period of life, I discovered and felt that transportation methods may have a certain impact on the road conditions in Thailand.Especially after buying a motorcycle with friends and riding it for a long time for the first time, this feeling becomes even more pronounced

So next, let's follow my understanding and perspective to take a look at this issue together

I will roughly divide it into three points based on different modes of transportation to write

1.WALK

In Thailand, there are almost no locals walking here, except for some foreign tourists and guests. Local people also walk unless the distance is relatively close, which is quite interesting, unlike my hometown in China

I remember a long time ago when I came to Thailand for tourism, a local tour guide told us that because walking in Thailand may indicate that he is a poor person (except for situations where the distance is short), people are more willing to ride motorcycles, cars, or bicycles

Moreover, due to the hot climate and variable weather, walking may not be a good choice

In this way, there are fewer people walking, and the impact on road conditions may only be to focus on the main road management and management of vehicles, reducing the scope of management and saving a lot of time and effort to some extent

2.motorcycle

This may be the most commonly used and common mode of transportation in Thailand, and it should also be the most popular.Motorcycles can be seen everywhere in the streets, alleys, and traffic lanes of Thailand, with an extremely large number. This is something that my hometown may not be able to compare, and the local motorcycles in Thailand are the purest, with no other mixed and modified varieties.

Even as foreign students, we have to buy one because it is very convenient to go anywhere and saves a lot of money on taking a taxi

However, because of this, it may be necessary to plan and manage the roads that allow motorcycles to pass, in order to avoid unnecessary accidents, or to improve traffic light times appropriately. Of course, don't forget to wear a helmet when riding on the road. Safety always comes first

3.CAR

Cars are currently the most widely used mode of transportation worldwide, and Thailand's transportation roads are no exception. People can also use cars in many places for daily travel, and compared to motorcycles and walking, cars have more advantages such as the ability to install air conditioning, especially for the hot weather in Thailand. However, the cost of a car is relatively huge, especially when buying one. I think the number of cars in Thailand is average, with motorcycles being the most expensive

Of course, I think there is still a lot for cars, especially car drivers, to improve and correct in terms of road conditions. For example, driving habits and speed may not be able to seize the road that originally belonged to motorcycles or force other cars and people to change lanes, which is unsafe. My friends and I have unfortunately experienced several accidents caused by this, but fortunately it didn't end up being that serious, but we still feel very bad. So I think drivers should be educated and trained before driving, and have their own morals, instead of just being able to do whatever they want with their so-called international driver's license. This is also responsible for the property and life safety of others

So the above is my viewpoint, welcome to read, point out problems, and discuss!

All image sources are from: Baidu related topic image search

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[master-jarrus]

So about the bikes separate from the poll just so that post doesn't become all jumbled with photos and I can make sure I am completely up front because I want to be genuine

So bikes are cheaper and cars keep being extremely problematic for my husband and I

We don't have kids and it's just the two of us so two motorcycles are actually a really convenient  and viable option for us

(They are also more eco friendly if you take care of them right but that's for another day)

So no matter what way the vote goes I am getting a bike

However, bikes are still more than a grand and while we can afford it, we can't afford it.

It's one of those weird spots of like yes we can. But everything else will be tight

That's where the vote idea came in from

I am unable to find jobs that are actually hiring

AND my career field of costuming, sewing, etc is dying. No one has these skills anymore unless they are really old or weird gremlins like me. So sewing shops that would hire me are impossible to find

So I thought hey I know how to cosplay and I'm professionally trained (it was actually a certificate I was pursuing they just refused to offer the last 2 classes) in it

Maybe other people would like to see me actually cosplay and watch and learn how to make good quality costumes and props from scratch/as scratch as possible

This happened to coincide with us looking at bikes and an tiny event on tiktok where I got yelled at by cosplayers for saying I wasn't a professional so I decided to ask if people would be interested in a cosplay that combines everything together

The vote isn't over yet but so far (I voted just to see the votes but it doesn't skew the results I promise) everyone seems in favor so unless a bunch of people suddenly vote no I am going to start setting stuff up

In the meantime here are the update bikes we are looking at

2008 Suzuki, owner already responded. They are active duty military and is on a training thing so when they come back we be looking at the bike

The silhouette is already pretty close to Lloyd's main thing I would need to do is paint. And then I would probably change the tires to handle touring (long distances). I may also make the mirrors bigger. This will make my ability to see better and also aids in the cartoonish look

Older bike that might make it harder to find parts if it ever needs a repair

Clean title

*my husband is also active duty and this may give us good negotiating leverage

2018 Suzuki, owner has not responded and some of the pictures appear to be stock photos which makes me a little wary because that's unusual for a non dealership seller

Same cosmetics as the above bike

Newer bike if it needs to repaired we can probably find the parts. But it may require more premium gas

Clean title

2005 Kawasaki Ninja, only recently found it. I will be showing it to my husband when he gets back from work. I haven't contacted the owner yet because my husband is not in the loop yet

Would just need paint, bigger mirrors and the touring tires

Older bike might make repairs difficult

No titled mentioned

Those are the 3 bikes, because the title isn't mentioned on the ninja it will likely get removed.

Unfortunately theft is common in my area and my husband and I have even had a vehicle stolen from us so anything that doesn't have a title is sketchy

Anyways I hope this was informative and not just me rambling and I will be working on that youtube video today if my internet likes me enough

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P6 Idea : Sunken Atlantis

After Caprona's incident ended, the heroine learned from the sports girl that she would introduce a car repair shop, and they would set up exclusive vehicles for each character. The heroine's vehicle is a touring motorcycle, which can travel quickly between different utopias; the sports girl's vehicle is a technical vehicle, which can destroy obstacles in front of her.

Worldview: This utopia is derived Atlantis in Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. Atlantis is an exquisite and luxurious underwater city. Every day, political and business celebrities come here to watch and invest.

Atlantis is managed by Captain Nemo. In the real world, he is a promising college student. Due to his elite education from his family, he continues to communicate with various dignitaries on the premise of inheriting the family business.

Captain Nemo wants to become a marine biologist more than inheriting the family business. He is idealistic and sees through the ugliness of politics and business. Therefore, while inviting those people, he secretly plans to bomb and sink the underwater city to harm them.

Design: Atlantis has elements of BioShock, and the shadow guards here look like Big Daddy.

Gameplay: Once the player enters the base of the underwater city, some areas will be unable to pass due to flooding. At this time, the player must find the password and turn off the ballast to allow the water to recede.

Boss: The player confronts Nemo, and he will send the mechanical crab and lobster from a long distance to deal with the protagonist and others. After the crab and lobster are defeated, Nemo will open the mechanism on the floor and release his persona Kamohoalii. The shark in the water will ambush the protagonists on land. Since they cannot move on the water, they must use a persona to defeat the shark.

End: After defeating Kamohoalii, Nemo realized his wrongdoing and decided to join the protagonist and find the correct way to deal with bad political businessmen during the adventure (Nemo is the same person as the advisor boy mentioned before). In addition, the protagonist learned about Volva for the first time from the mouth of the advisor boy. He was very concerned about his close friend joining Volva.

Return: The advisor boy's vehicle is a jet ski, which can easily pass through flooded terrain. If we return to Atlantis, the shadows of corrupt bureaucrats are planning to have evil intentions, and the heroine must work together with her friends to punish them.

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Royal Enfield Meteor 350 Gets Aurora Colour Variant At Rs 2.20 Lakh

Royal Enfield has widened the Meteor 350 range by launching the new Aurora variant of the cruiser.

It gets a couple of changes over other variants of the bike and comes with a price tag of Rs. 2,19,900 (ex-showroom, Chennai) which places it between the Stellar and Supernova trims of the Meteor 350.

RE Meteor 350 Thoroughly Overhauled

The new Aurora variant of the Meteor 350 comes equipped with spoke wheels and tube tyres, unlike other versions which get alloy wheels and tubeless rubbers.

Moreover, the engine case, exhaust system, and a few other components have been bestowed with chrome finishing. All of this is done to enhance the retro appeal of the bike.

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Royal Enfield Meteor 350 Aurora continues to receive the same J-series underpinnings, the 349 cc air-cooled, long-stroke engine, with 20.2 bhp and 2.75 kgm of torque, mated to a five-speed transmission.

What’s new with Aurora trim?

The trim introduces three new colourways and also debuts LED headlights to the range. Royal Enfield might make the latter feature standard with this range in the future.

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As opposed to black treatment on all other trims, Aurora trim stands out in its classic appeal. RE is also giving Aurora LED headlights, a deluxe touring seat, aluminium switch cubes, a Tripper display for navigation and more.

Feature additions

Apart from adding Aurora trim, Royal Enfield has fettled with Meteor 350’s trim-wise features list too. Top-spec Supernova trim now gets LED headlights and aluminium switchgear, taking it a notch higher than before. Astral trim now gets Royal Enfield’s Tripper screen for navigation as standard fitment.

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With base Fireball trim, Royal Enfield has added a new Black stock colour which is both elegant and standard. Powering RE Meteor 350 is a 349cc J-series single-cylinder, air-cooled motor that kicks out 20.2 bhp at 6100rpm and a peak torque of 27 Nm at 4000rpm.

This unit is paired with a 5-speed gearbox. The same powertrain is found on newly launched Bullet 350 too.

Meteor 350 is underpinned by a dual-cradle J-series chassis which is suspended on 41mm RSU telescopic suspension at the front and twin shocks at the rear. Anchorage duties are handled by a 300mm front disc and a 270mm rear disc which are aided by a dual-channel ABS as standard.

In terms of features, it comes with a semi-digital instrument console, a USB charger, circular LED DRL and a side-stand engine inhibitor, among many.

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Speaking about the new range and enhancements on the Meteor 350, B Govindarajan, CEO – Royal Enfield said, “As we reflect on the remarkable success of the Meteor 350 in India and international markets it is evident that the Meteor has struck a chord with many long distance riders and motorcycling enthusiasts. Its dynamic cruising ability and dependable performance have resonated deeply with our riders.

The Aurora range is a result of our constant interactions with our community of riders, where we witnessed a strong inclination towards retro-inspired cruisers. The new colourways and features are sure to elevate the pleasure of pure retro-cruising among our customers.”

#Meteor #Overhauled

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The Top 5 Recumbent Motorcycles for Comfortable Riding

Recumbent motorcycles are an excellent option for riders who prioritize comfort and ergonomics. These bikes feature a laid-back riding position that provides excellent support for the back, shoulders, and neck. If you're looking for a comfortable ride, here are five of the top recumbent motorcycles to consider:

Harley-Davidson CVO Limited

The Harley-Davidson CVO Limited is one of the most comfortable recumbent motorcycles on the market. This bike features a low seat height and a reclined riding position that allows you to stretch out and relax. The CVO Limited also comes equipped with a range of comfort features, including heated grips, a premium sound system, and a spacious saddlebag.

Honda Gold Wing

The Honda Gold Wing has long been considered one of the most comfortable touring bikes on the market. The bike features a laid-back riding position that puts less strain on your back, shoulders, and neck. It also comes equipped with a range of comfort features, including heated seats, a premium sound system, and a large windscreen that protects you from the elements.

BMW K 1600 GTL

The BMW K 1600 GTL is a luxury touring bike that's designed for long-distance rides. The bike features a low seat height and a relaxed riding position that allows you to stretch out and enjoy the ride. It also comes equipped with a range of comfort features, including heated seats, a premium sound system, and a large windscreen that provides excellent protection from the wind and rain.

Yamaha Star Venture

The Yamaha Star Venture is a comfortable and versatile touring bike that's perfect for long rides. The bike features a laid-back riding position that puts less strain on your back, shoulders, and neck. It also comes equipped with a range of comfort features, including heated seats, a premium sound system, and a large windscreen that provides excellent protection from the elements.

Triumph Rocket III Touring

The Triumph Rocket III Touring is a powerful touring bike that's designed for long rides. The bike features a reclined riding position that allows you to stretch out and relax. It also comes equipped with a range of comfort features, including heated grips, a premium sound system, and a large windscreen that provides excellent protection from the wind and rain.

In conclusion, if you prioritize comfort and ergonomics, a recumbent motorcycle could be an excellent choice for you. These bikes provide a laid-back riding position that supports your back, shoulders, and neck, making them perfect for long rides. The five bikes listed above are some of the most comfortable recumbents used motorcycles on the market and are worth considering if you're looking for a comfortable ride.