I have a guest

a guest blogger that is. you see, i have this uh... friend.. yeah that's it, a friend. let's call her... blue ryder...

don't be a stranger and enjoy..

The Ride of Your Life

Since I was a wee lass, I've never been one to sleep while travelling. From car to train rides, short flights to long, you'll find me bright-eyed and bushy-tailed from start to end.

But in the last month or so, on my many cab rides to and from work, I find myself strangely lulled by the whirrs and bumps of the engine. Even getting strangely aroused by the subtle vibrations. And I find myself trying to catch my breath or strangely relaxed and content at the end of the ride.

With this new trait, I've developed a phobia about jumping into a car with someone else (usually suits with whom I have to go to meetings)in case they catch me getting hot and bothered. And I worry about seeing a day when I might end up making an indecent proposal to my driver - not the 'droolsome' cabbies please. Oh no no no.

Needless to say, commute has been far more satisfying than ever. So maybe... just maybe, the car really is the extension of the penis.

Are you headed my way?