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I'm a Neo-fossil  on the wrong side of +1-(8x3)-7+(9x8)=42
Married (very happily) for 28+ years with 3 kids (B,B,G) and one grandson.
Architect, civil servant, South African 
My wife is a teacher  .
I have a 28-year old Bavarian mistress  ....
She's a red R100S BMW motorcycle that seduces me away from home occasionally. 
For the odd "dirty weekend" I also have a newer R1200GS that will take me to more places along dust roads ...
Why Wrinkled Rocker? Until recently I played and sang in a seven-piece rock band, re-living our youth  by rocking, rolling  and playing blues.
I love the outdoors, vast open spaces and winding roads...riding one of my motorcycles!
I prefer sunrises to sunsets, beginnings to endings.
I love the sound of rain on a tin roof when I'm curled up under the duvet, or on the canvas of the tent when I'm in a sleeping bag. 
I enjoy cooking  and eating     but hate washing dishes! 
When talking to a remember this simple adage:
"The destination of the journey is just the excuse - riding the motorcycle is the reason"!
Please remember when you see a out on the road - we're not riding because we can't afford better transport, we ride because we choose to live our passion.
If you can't understand us, just smile and give us space to pass by...
"Four wheels move the body - two wheels move the soul!"
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| Welcome to this Researcher's Journal. If you'd like to comment on anything they have written here, just click the relevant 'Discuss this Entry' button. I love two women
Aug 30, 2008
I love two women…unequally, like fire.
One love is like a welcome warm hearth, radiating heat and light,
always attracting me back every time I journey off.
Sometimes it flares up, red, yellow and orange tongues calling my attention as it lights up my life,
drawing me out of the comfy chair and up to the grate to add fuel and to rake its coals,
before I can settle back in again to feel its comforting caress.
This love will forever be with me. It is the knowledge of this constant combustion that keeps my path true and my loins girded.
I know that this fire, if left unattended, will wane and die.
I know if I would let it die, I could not rekindle it and I would condemn myself to an icy winter.
My other love is like a past wildfire.
It was a thrilling, intensely exciting raging furnace of flame and passion, of young love, lust and brash inexperience.
I sought this love out as a young buck, testosterone thumping through my veins.
I found the passion and the pain, the aching and the ecstasy in a few short years.
I knew the pinnacles and the chasms of emotion.
I felt the heat and I burned myself.
This intensity is long behind me and as I look back over the place of its passing, I see green grass in the daytime.
But during the night, the glow of many hundreds of small embers tells me that fire is not over.
Even as grey now permeates my hair, it can never be over...
because it is from those small embers that I did light my hearth.
Life is sea shells
Apr 15, 2002
Easter 2002.
I have just spent two weeks with my family at the sea. The Wild Coast on the South-eastern tip of Africa. Tranquility, sunshine, no TV... I am renewed, refreshed, recharged, re-everythinged!
Walking daily along deserted beaches, I came to a realisation. The beautiful open sands were littered with many bleached, battered and broken bits of large shells - mere remnants of a previous glory. This was disappointing to an emerging conchologist.
I sat down among the rocks and looked down at the shell grit at my feet. I picked up a handful - all broken bits of shells. Then I looked closer...
I spread the remnants of destruction on a towel. I found scores if not hundreds of absolutely perfect small shells. No BIG GRAND ones like the ambitions of Man.
I found perfection in the small shells on the beach. They too had run the gauntlet of stormy seas, rocks and heavy tides. Where the big ones failed to survive, the smaller, modest ones outlived and outshone them.
Search for the small shells in your life - somehow the broken big ones pale into insignificance...
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