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Yesterday, I went to Pueblo to meet with a new client. It was a particularly bright, beautiful Colorado day as I began my drive south on I -25. It was the kind of day where you could just drive forever. Hardly even a cloud in the sky could be seen. The temperature outside my jeep window was towards the upper end of 60’s F. And I was wearing my favorite pair of navy blue shorts, with a matching pull-over wind-breaker. It was so drop-dead gorgeously warm out that I wore on my feet just a pair of brown leather clogs, no socks to cover my freshly painted toes. I remember thinking at some point between the 'Springs and Pueblo that I was going to have to put the ac on. That is when I found out then that it doesn’t work in the ol’ heep. (1) Damn, I thought, I am going to have to get the Freon checked before to much more time goes by, adding this to my mental, running list of things “mean green” needs to have done.

As I continued my now warm journey further into south western Colorado I kept my windows downs, enjoying the drive and the day. I had the heep’s air vents open, allowing the warm draft to blow gently on my legs, upwards toward my pussy. Rather a nice, gentle feeling it was. A perfect pre-cursor to a session with a new client was the thought I had then.

The session lasted a few hours, ending with client and me going out to dinner at a local eatery. The kind of place that has mom and pop fare. You know the type of restaurant. The diner you find in every small town in America. With the menu featuring the feel - good, stick to your ribs kind of food that tastes so damn good. People who are totally into healthy, no-fat, no cholesterol type of eating would probably gag at this stuff. But I grew up on this kind of eating and I loved it.

Finally along about seven in the evening I took my leave and headed back to Denver. Pleased with the day, and the session. And since I have lived in this state for the past 27 years, I was watching the sky turn that interesting color of grey over to the west of me. I was just hoping to get past springs toward Denver before I got hit with it. I didn’t. Just about the time I was getting close to the only rest area in Colorado that is open (before ‘Springs, coming from the south ;-D) the wind hit. The wind was giving all of us on the freeway it's best efforts at a blow job.

Fortunately, as a seasoned, transplanted resident of this wonderful state, I was pre-pared. So I pulled over into the last open rest area in the state of Colorado, parked, jumped out and ran to the back of the heep and popped open the hatch. I grabbed my little duffle and ran back to the driver’s side door. By this time I was dodging debris and tumble weeds. I got back in my heep and thought, “fuck this” I am changing right here. Much to the delight of the guy parked next to me. Off comes the pullover on goes a t-shirt. Next, jeans, socks, and boots. Anyone who has ever tried to put jeans, tight, out of a dryer on with a steering wheel in the way, knows what the dude parked next to me could see. You have to raise your butt up as far as you can, and tug and squirm. All to the gentlemen next to me bemusement. I am not sure what his old lady thought when she blew back from the rest area’s head, but I know he enjoyed it. I did, after –all give him my best efforts at letting him catch a glimpse of bare skin. I hope he got a woody and banged the hell out of his wife when he got home.

After the rest area the drive continuously went downhill. The wind was giving the 'heep the blowjob of its life, tumble-weeds, deer, antelope, small cars , and flying monkeys that were trying to find their way back into Kansas- all sorts of flying debris, then after the ‘Springs, and heading up the pass, rain, quickly turning into a heavy sleet.

Anyone who lives in this state for any length of time at all has heard the term, “Don’t like our weather, wait five minutes”. It's true.:D

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In CO, always - ALWAYS carry a GOOD (Get Out Of Dodge) bag in your vehicle. This should include warm clothes and a sleeping bag. Congratulations on being prepared.

I hope it was just the AC and not your heater, too, which was out of wack.

And thank you, on behalf of my fellow horn dog, for the great show ;)

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Yesterday, I went to Pueblo to meet with a new client. It was a particularly bright, beautiful Colorado day as I began my drive south on I -25. It was the kind of day where you could just drive forever. Hardly even a cloud in the sky could be seen. The temperature outside my jeep window was towards the upper end of 60’s F. And I was wearing my favorite pair of navy blue shorts, with a matching pull-over wind-breaker. It was so drop-dead gorgeously warm out that I wore on my feet just a pair of brown leather clogs, no socks to cover my freshly painted toes. I remember thinking at some point between the 'Springs and Pueblo that I was going to have to put the ac on. That is when I found out then that it doesn’t work in the ol’ heep. (1) Damn, I thought, I am going to have to get the Freon checked before to much more time goes by, adding this to my mental, running list of things “mean green” needs to have done.

As I continued my now warm journey further into south western Colorado I kept my windows downs, enjoying the drive and the day. I had the heep’s air vents open, allowing the warm draft to blow gently on my legs, upwards toward my pussy. Rather a nice, gentle feeling it was. A perfect pre-cursor to a session with a new client was the thought I had then.

The session lasted a few hours, ending with client and me going out to dinner at a local eatery. The kind of place that has mom and pop fare. You know the type of restaurant. The diner you find in every small town in America. With the menu featuring the feel - good, stick to your ribs kind of food that tastes so damn good. People who are totally into healthy, no-fat, no cholesterol type of eating would probably gag at this stuff. But I grew up on this kind of eating and I loved it.

Finally along about seven in the evening I took my leave and headed back to Denver. Pleased with the day, and the session. And since I have lived in this state for the past 27 years, I was watching the sky turn that interesting color of grey over to the west of me. I was just hoping to get past springs toward Denver before I got hit with it. I didn’t. Just about the time I was getting close to the only rest area in Colorado that is open (before ‘Springs, coming from the south ;-D) the wind hit. The wind was giving all of us on the freeway it's best efforts at a blow job.

Fortunately, as a seasoned, transplanted resident of this wonderful state, I was pre-pared. So I pulled over into the last open rest area in the state of Colorado, parked, jumped out and ran to the back of the heep and popped open the hatch. I grabbed my little duffle and ran back to the driver’s side door. By this time I was dodging debris and tumble weeds. I got back in my heep and thought, “fuck this” I am changing right here. Much to the delight of the guy parked next to me. Off comes the pullover on goes a t-shirt. Next, jeans, socks, and boots. Anyone who has ever tried to put jeans, tight, out of a dryer on with a steering wheel in the way, knows what the dude parked next to me could see. You have to raise your butt up as far as you can, and tug and squirm. All to the gentlemen next to me bemusement. I am not sure what his old lady thought when she blew back from the rest area’s head, but I know he enjoyed it. I did, after –all give him my best efforts at letting him catch a glimpse of bare skin. I hope he got a woody and banged the hell out of his wife when he got home.

After the rest area the drive continuously went downhill. The wind was giving the 'heep the blowjob of its life, tumble-weeds, deer, antelope, small cars , and flying monkeys that were trying to find their way back into Kansas- all sorts of flying debris, then after the ‘Springs, and heading up the pass, rain, quickly turning into a heavy sleet.

Anyone who lives in this state for any length of time at all has heard the term, “Don’t like our weather, wait five minutes”. It's true.:D

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Jez,

Great post! What a wild ride. I only have one question...Is the Jeep ok?

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In CO, always - ALWAYS carry a GOOD (Get Out Of Dodge) bag in your vehicle. This should include warm clothes and a sleeping bag. Congratulations on being prepared.

I hope it was just the AC and not your heater, too, which was out of wack.

And thank you, on behalf of my fellow horn dog, for the great show ;)

Great Advice, to keep this on the subject of the business I was driving in Wyoming one beautiful sunny winter day, thinking about pussy (there it was) when a vicious snow storm came out of nowhere, total white out, temp dropped to about 15 below zero, I pulled off the highway onto a field as far as I could so I wouldn't get crushed by a semi. Spent the night huddled in a sleeping bag (still thinking about pussy) woke up the next morning after the whiteout and was surrounded by vehicles still cannot figure out how we all managed not to ram in to each other, no one could see a thing. That sleeping bag probably saved my life and thinking about pussy gave me a reason to live.

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Great Advice, to keep this on the subject of the business I was driving in Wyoming one beautiful sunny winter day, thinking about pussy (there it was) when a vicious snow storm came out of nowhere, total white out, temp dropped to about 15 below zero, I pulled off the highway onto a field as far as I could so I wouldn't get crushed by a semi. Spent the night huddled in a sleeping bag (still thinking about pussy) woke up the next morning after the whiteout and was surrounded by vehicles still cannot figure out how we all managed not to ram in to each other, no one could see a thing. That sleeping bag probably saved my life and thinking about pussy gave me a reason to live.

It seems that people just naturally get to thinking about sex when driving long distances. Something about those endless miles. Plus I am always watching other drivers. I have caught countless blowjobs being given, just watch the driver's getting a little sloppy in his driving, then a head pops up. It's those long, long miles I tell you.

Passiondog here says he travels prepared. Where I grew up, you just knew better then to not have a change of warm clothing, cover-alls, sleeping bag, (and for us farm kids a rifle)(in case you saw a coon-coon=$ for farm kids). I used to head in town to work where I tended bar , with the knowledge that I may not be able to get back out to the farm, Snow drifts can stop anything you drive. I've spent my share of cold nights in my vehicle-which has always been a jeep.

I just love Colorado and all of its total diversity!:D;)

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Remember Jez, keep a few phone numbers of honorable gentleman in your prepared bag. Never know when you need an out of town pick up.

This community will help. It's nice to be nice to the nice.

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...The wind was giving the 'heep the blowjob of its life, tumble-weeds, deer, antelope, small cars , and flying monkeys that were trying to find their way back into Kansas- all sorts of flying debris, then after the ‘Springs, and heading up the pass, rain, quickly turning into a heavy sleet.

... and then what happened?

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If you don't like the weather, go back where you came from!

- Tom Tucker (Family Guy)

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If you don't like the weather, go back where you came from!

- Tom Tucker (Family Guy)

LoL ! You are funny. Where I came from , it stays winter, all winter long, till April. Think wind chill factor 38 below. It hurts to breath when you walk outside. You don't even think about pissing outside. You would end up getting your pecker frostbitten in seconds.

No for me, living in Colorado is a cake walk. I prayed for 18 years to have a snow day of work. You know, just like when you were a kid , and hoping that school would be closed. And finally when we did get a snow day, I was in management and drove a 4-wheel drive vehicle. So I had to go in. That's irony.:D

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I got caught by this same storm system in NM where all I got was 60 mph winds blowing sand. In the middle of it, my 70 neighbor comes and asks for help as her trailer home roofing is coming loose. Had to get out a ladder and some stepping stones to the top of the trailer to weigh it down. Musta got at least a teaspoon of dust in all the orifices.

That night and next day, the winds stopped, and we got about 1 inch of rain. It was worth it. :)

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Hey Jez. Next time your changing outfits.... park next to me would ya.

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