Tight Curves

Max gripped the seat sitting bear breasted as a rendition of the Pussy Wagon made its ascent up the Blue Ridge.

All too often she had been terrified as she rode along with this Midnight Rider. Your average vehicled race car driver.

Perhaps it was the booze. The stillness of the surroundings with its scenic views. Or, the complete lack of city traffic. But as she clung hard for dear life while they ripped around curves, fear was no where in sight.

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