Olandeză

"Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods, wheres the streetwise herculise to fight the rising odds...isnt there a white Knight upon a fiery steed, late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need...I need a hero...".Bonnie Tyler'I like.."Lost-puppies...Summer thunderstorms...Empty beaches and log fires...long walks and long talks...new leather and fixing broken wings...Im a king and a kid...teacher and a learner...roguish, supportive, resourcful, intriguing, stylish and unconventional, unpredictable and humurous...mysterious, uninhibited and never ever boring...Old school values, hey, I can still open a car door for my lady...

Leu

Musculos

6' 3 (1.91 m)

Albaștri

caucaziană

Divorțat(ă)

Da - Uneori acasă

Nu sunt sigur(ă)

Cur

Tatuaj vizibil

Câine

Diplomă de Universitate

Pensionar(ă)

Drept

Risk Consultant

Cu un coleg (colegi)

Nu este zgomot

Cuminte

Cochet

Gătire

Încercarea de lucruri noi

A bike, a waterfall, a pine forrest and then the afterglow..."Have I told you lately that I love you, have I told you theres no-one else above you...fill my heart with gladness, take away my sadness, ease my trouble that's what you do...with a love that's divine and it's yours and it's mine, shine like the sun...at the end of the day we shall give thanx and pray to the one...".."lay you down, on a bed of roses"

...what else is there?

Cochet

Creștină

O dată pe săptămână

Let my life story have an impact on lost souls!

Sec / Sarcastic

Sporturi

De aventuri

Gospel

Sunt un autor

An extract from my Autobiography:"Black Leather Jacket" "The Rush"...'we feel a personal bond to our machines, because it's the very icon of wildness, totally opposes comfort of all to confining cage with its windows, heaters and radio. As if not totally tamed it displays a mechanical forcefulness with the open nuts and bolts, extending us into nature, all senses alert getting a rush from the risk and exposure to a lethal world.Cruising on long curvy country roads, smelling the scents of pine and summer, wind slipstreaming past your body, day and night, rain and shine. Sensing your brothers cocooning you with a steady drone in to your own time warp, your life is in their hands, and theirs in yours...your pushing to that edge, that point in the rush where biker and bike become one, then one with the larger entity of the club.It requires total concentrtion and all your wits, you can quickly wipe out, from a rabbit to a bird.Then the frame dissapeares and your senses hieghten to tha

Grija

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