My Saturday with Steve.
February 10th, 2010 | Uncategorized
Creative Writing from one of our good customers we thought we would share.
I’m not too shabby Monday through Friday but Saturdays are right in my wheelhouse.
Saturday mornings are for maintenance. I mow the lawn, do some laundry and wash my sled while my Steven Alan short sleeves and shorts ensure an even bronzing of my impressive guns.
Once the chores are out of the way, it’s time to feel the rush of 49 cc’s and the wind through my beautiful mane. What could be more invigorating than crushing the slopes of the Hollywood Hills at speeds approaching 35 mph (downhill) in my bad ass Honda Ruckus? For a scooter that looks this good, its rider must play a complimentary role. My Steven Alan single needle plaid shirt deflects wind and creates a stunning hypnotic visual as I blow past fellow motorists.
As the engine cools down, so do I, with a single malt or an anejo and head to my man sanctuary, the garage. Now it’s time to dominate the leisure sports. Notice how my cat-like reflexes are enhanced superior air flow around the reverse seam? And thanks to the Steven Alan’s advanced button technology I can regulate body temperature through incremental button unfastening. Give credit to my brother-in-law Dave for being a good sport, but is he more sparring partner or punching bag? You be the judge.
Yet another triumphant Saturday thanks to Steven Alan, so I owe a victory lap. The brilliance of the sunset reminds me of my own majestic achievements and inspires me to further emulate myself. I don’t go out Saturday nights and not just because I’m married and not allowed to.
Sunday morning is nigh and I have promises to keep and miles to go before I’m strangled by my tie on Monday.This entry was posted on Wednesday, February 10th, 2010 at 1:36 pm and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.