| STORMY |
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| Yep, that's me, Stormy. I love motorcycles (Harley's), and cars. This is a car of a friends taken at a local CBA bike show and swap meet. I love vintage cars, although I don't have one, I have had a few in the past. I drive a Sebring JXI convertable now. She's my baby and I treat her with "kid |
| gloves". I did have a 1968 Flatside Shovel until some idiot stole it from me. I had it just about the way I wanted her, but no use crying over those things. I will have another one day. It's in the blood. Until then, I'll ride my beautiful little car and put the top down and feel the wind in my hair. |
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| This is my bike.. I call the "Bitch" <<<< That's me, Stormy on the right, not to be confused!! >>>>>>> |
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| Mighty as the ocean Heart so light and pure Beauty of her heritage So proud and self assured Deep within her wisdom Words she always finds Soothes the raging spirit Her soul is so inclined With love that she will echo In gifts of perfect grace Her eyes they know the meaning Of the sorrow she has traced Brave and mighty forces She calms them with her sigh This woman with great substance Has touched the spirit's sky Strong but gentle woman Who bows to Mother Earth Gathered from the footprints Of ancients of great worth Soaring like an eagle With wings across the sky Feathers fall in breezes So gently from on high |
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