A change of pace

Well, congratulations, Kay T. You wanted yourself some action? Try this one!
About a week ago I've bought a luxury yacht by MC Yachts (no, nothing about motorcycle clubs :D ). There's a promo sale on them, they're gonna cost way more than now. And, of course, have joined the club of owners.
Not a long ago, about 5 days I believe, the notice from the owner came up. She offered slips for yachts at her land and mentioned there're a limited amount of them. I couldn't resist...
I've paid for 2 weeks, and really hope to stay longer. I love the space, the surroundings Envy Melody made according to my wishes. Almost open water. I think it's cool.
Feeling like Emilio Largo with his Disco Volante. Really :)
Now I'm sitting at my personal cabinet (oh my god, still can't believe I can say these words!), writing this message.

The only thing that bothers me is that noblesse oblige, as we all know. No more grunge style. No more cursing. I'm an yacht owner now. It's a natural change of pace.
... but I still can set myself free with my awesome MC, with my beloved brothers and sisters!

You think you read a message from another K. T., the arrogant snob? NO FUCKING WAY BISHES! :P

Oh, and here's a picture of my beauty:

Okay, back to work now. Have to work hard to afford this, from now on...

When the sun goes down

Do you love riding at night?
I do.
I think it's the best time for riding. Especially if the night comes naturally - without setting the sun position.
Nobody's around. Only three of you: you, your bike and the road you're driving. Never forget to see beyond it - it's not the beauty of roads in the real world, it's another kind of beauty, a special, an incomprehensible one.
*5 minutes break to enjoy to sunrise in SL*
It's the time when the world pretends to be asleep. It's quiet, it's silent, it's smooth. It's just another kind of life.
What do you love to do at night?
As for me, I hate racing in the dark. But I'm not sure if there's something more amazing, more beautiful, more heavenly than a peaceful riding at night. At least in the second world.

Picture taken at Bouraq (lights off, almost morning!)

The hunger of travelling? No, it isn't. It's the urge!

Another day has passed.
Here you are. At your home (home? Oh, rather hideout!), looking through the window at the Linden Park. Everything's so familiar. All the same stuff you used to see everyday.
The moon's rising high. Oh, what it is? Another payment from your most loyal clients! A short talk with them about business... while this feeling grows bigger and bigger inside you.
And here you are. It takes only 5 seconds to make a tp to the intersection you've completed your previous trip at. Rez zone, okay... Here you are, my old orange friend. You're called Free Spirit, and not for nothing. Remember, how many roads you've seen at Jeogeot?
First gear. Second gear. Your body is now the one with your bike, nothing matters - there's only you, your bike and the road you're driving.
And it doesn't matter where you spend the next night - because it won't be the same place.

11/09/2011: Pryeri region, Park Way, Heterocera