You know you might just be getting old when: you see a mother-daughter pic, and you get the hots for the mother.
You know you might just be getting old when: you see a mother-daughter pic, and you get the hots for the mother.
In this little exercise of traveling along a couple of scenic U.S. roads accompanied by a beautiful woman, my choice was super-easy:
Are you kidding me? A gorgeous freckled redhead and a 60s-era Ferrari? Who were the others, again?
Many moons back, I set up a scenario wherein you were going to drive around Italy with a beautiful woman, in a beautiful car. (For those of shorter memory, or who missed it, here’s the premise.)
So here’s another one, closer to home. The route I’ve chosen looks like this: east-west along U.S. Highway 50, then a cut south before Cinci and Lexington (because ugh), then westward eastward along U.S. Route 70 to the Atlantic. Starting point is Winchester VA (red dot #1) and the finishing point is wherever Dot #2 is, on the coast.
I’ve done the U.S. 50 bit myself before, and it’s beautiful. I’ve done a little bit of U.S. 70 (from Nashville to Charlotte), and it’s also lovely. The road is twisty, the atmosphere romantic, and the scenery beautiful — from open fields to forested mountain passes.
The whole trip should take about 5-6 days, about 7 nights — because this isn’t a race.
So here are the choices (and remember, no switching around; the choices are as set down), and the women are as pictured, not how they would look today. And yes, assume a little romance along the way.
Choice #1: 1965 AC Cobra and Dita Von Teese
Choice #2: 1965 Shelby Mustang and Kelly Brook
Choice #3: 1956 T-bird and Lynda Carter
Choice #4: 1961 E-type and Liz Hurley:
Choice #5: 1959 Mercedes 190 SL and Laura Linney
Choice #6: 1965 Ferrari 275 GTB-4 Spider and Amy Adams
Your choice in Comments; I’ll tell you mine tomorrow.
Here’s Episode 1 (which explains the background to this silliness), and this is the second such:
Ekin-Su Culculoglu
Olympia Valance
Addison Rae
Tallia Storm
And our Oldie-But-Still-Goodie:
Stephanie Seymour
More later, as the opportunity arises [sic].
Apparently, yesterday was International Orgasm Day or something equally stupid.
Needless to say, I missed it, just as I’ve missed so many of its namesakes.
Nowadays, of course, I’m more likely to have a Supreme Moment by looking at pictures of things like this:
…or this:
…rather than this:
In truth, though, what would really get the old juices running would be… ummmm… how can I put this delicately, or in a manner which wouldn’t cause the fuzz to show up at my door…
A deep pit full of dead Socialists?
Something like that.
Aaaaargh.
Kelly Brook is married!
I’m going off with a couple pints of gin in a quiet dark room somewhere…