Second Life Motorcycle Mechanic

Before me the open road stretched out like an old dog waiting for a belly scratch. No schedule, no responsibilities, nothing but good old Route 66, the wind in my hair, and the philosophical musings that always seem to come forth while riding a motorcycle. Where would I end up? And what would I wear during my travels?

The journey awaits you here >

=^..^=

~ by Stacia Villota / Virtual Neko on May 23, 2010.

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