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Thursday Morning Recon: Zavi does a car date with near sunstroke aftermath.
Thirty feet up in the air this morning in a race to beat the afternoon sun & failing as I discovered a yellow jacket nest attached to right where I needed to work most of the day. Got stung a couple times as I retreated down ladder. So took out my handy spray can & directed it's twenty-foot (sic) stream towards the swarming fuckers to a pathetic psst from nozzle. Fuck me...
So off to Parkrose Hardware around 9:15 grumbling about fucking nature & my chosen profession. Woodstock>82nd>Sandy>106th this morning...
No 304 early birds seen until Sandy at 82nd where I spotted a twenties +-semi pudgy WSW blonde showing some ass tock in black shorts & lace top above sandals & a mess of ink. Engaged the copilot & I @ truck window. Another stander who wanted some outrageous ask back in room. It may be early yet I'm not some half-asleep bozo. Well, I am & was at that particular moment. Laughs. Still passed...
Namaste had a couple non-descript type ugly younger BSW. Not a jungle drum heard over my yawns..
After picking up my death spray headed South.
Around Fancy House was stared & smiled down by a sunglasses wearing thirties +- WSW brunette in black dress & low heels. A little rougher yet thinner with a nice ass & some older torpedo tits. As I passed, she stuck her hip & thumb out. Laughing then thinking "aw fuck it" & surrendering to the knowledge that I'd be poaching in the sun by now whenever I get there. Pulled over on Hawthorne & she hopped in asking if I could take her JCB way. Hadn't even reached Division when she asked if I like a BJ for 75.00, countered with 40.00 BBBJWS & video easy peasy settled on 50.00. Name was Sybil.
Since we were minutes away from my favorite Tabor spot my shorts were down quickly, as was she. As she worked away, pulled up her dress & cute granny panties aside & finger banged that sweaty gash into creamy girl cum territory as she slurped down my couple day backup as some breakfast.
Grading on the curve. Not the worst or best head but I'm comparing to Dania, Merry & Galina recently, so my ratings are probably biased.
Dropped her off at King Road & headed to work with one more sighting near Arthur in the form of a cute as a button young WSW blonde in shorts & sandals below a overflowing tank top. I really thought hard about turning around but want this gig done by noon Friday. Settled for a smile...
& after killing yellow jackets with extreme malice. Did indeed par broil in the late morning & afternoon sun.
Afair amount of PPD SUV pulling over folks from Sunny>106th.
Recon Soundtrack: Neil Young - "Times Fade Away". Not exactly something I'd recommend this so early, but I'd already listened to "On the Beach" & " Tonight's The Night". Those "Ditch Trilogy" records of his are still an earworm even after forty plus years.
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HdEX8oBRJAY&themeRefresh=1[/URL]
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Weekend Recons: Fishing some Catching & other bullshit.
Saturday Afternoon:
You'd figure I'd had enough sun this week but when my fishing buddy & his Dad wanted to hit the Columbia Saturday before its 21st closing. Plans made for made for probably the last summer outing. A semi sane 7:00 am. Meet up at Marine Drive boat ramp. The copilot & I almost passed but...fishing. Worked it near the airport until we each had one chinook or coho & called it around 1:45. With wild & hatchery eligible for retention came back to the ramp with some fish for the grill & smoker & in one those good moods buzzes that only a successful reading of the river can bring. That lasted until we saw a pile of safety glass & the hood ajar on my buddy's truck. Godfuckingdammit...
Battery was gone. Thoughts of pulling boat battery but it was too large & cables had been cut short enough to necessitate new cables. Would have used my truck but I'd taken the hitch ball off awhile back since we rarely tow with it.
My buddy was adamant about not paying for tow. After calling PPD & taking inventory of needed parts I called my friend at Holgate Baxter's to see if they had what we needed. They did & the copilot & I headed out to grab needed supplies & some tools at home. And my hitch just in case...
Battery, new cables & assortment of tools in my ride headed back out & called my bud only to hear him & Dad had given up on PPD response & were having a drink in Saltys. Couldn't fucking blame them. Portland circa 2023 does make you want to drink. Laughs sadly...
On the way back with required supplies took the scenic route.
Nothing seen until just North of the Evergreen where a younger LSW in ripped black stocking & thong ensemble was showing some sloppy & jiggling apron gut. Someone tell this chunky chava outfits like that should not be contemplated you're so afflicted.
The RBF long blonde-haired WSW photo documented recently was near Beech. Yawns.
The above were the only seen.
Wasn't seeing much PPD.
Recon Soundtrack: Kenny Burrell "Blue Lights vol 1 & 2".
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NNdV_s3i3Jo[/URL]
Saturday Night:
Was thinking I'd have a regular over, yet with one regular picking up extra shifts to compensate for our upcoming road trip to SF for Hardly Strictly Bluegrass festival in early October. As was my other favorite regular who was too beat from work day & begged off for now. Called Tori to no answer. Pivoted to Galina, another who didn't answer despite calling me several times this week for an earring she lost at my place. Out of working numbers grabbed a nap & cleaned up...
The copilot & I headed out on JCB>82nd>Sandy Upper route between 10:00>11:30.
Right out the gate, 82nd @ Johnson Creek Trail crossing was closed in both directions with a half dozen lit up PPD SUV along with the Major Crash Team van there. Considering the manner some dash across those four lanes wasn't surprised to read this morning that some gambler was in critical condition. "Vision Zero" y'all....
South was devoid of 304 until around Morrison where an older skinny WSW in hoodie & shorts was meandering North. Recognized her calf tat & kept my Northern compass point. Nothing to see here Zavi...
Sunny had a duo...
One brunette WSW in unassuming blue skirt & jacket above electric blue glowing heels. Meh...
One large assed BSW in pink outfit & jacket. Yeech...
La Parilla had another mixed duo...
One more lumpy assed BSW in pink onesie above white sneakers.
A thicker WSW in blue jacket & white shorts.
Murder Street was alive with four PPD SUV with lights ablaze. When they finally cleared the scene, it took all of ten minutes before four or five 304 settled upstream in their favorite street. Didn't bother or have desire to go up that way...
Namaste was deserted of stander minus one sensible amazon long haired BSW in the usual onesie fripperies above 6" black heels. I call her sensible as she was hanging back & not drawing attention compared to the usual twerking tsuris twats there...
Upper Sandy produced the first I engaged tonight near 112th in the form of sturdy & busty late twenties WSW dirty blonde in tight grey & gold dress. She was definitely fuckable until I intercepted perfectly only to be yelled at because she "wasn't ready yet". Uh...what the fuck I thought as her wiggling nice ass walked off. She then ran across Sandy & almost became another Vision Zero statistic before starting to brush her hair in Baxter's glass. She was still obsessively brushing her hair on my return West. Mentioned to copilot we likely dodged a bullet...
Frolics had a long in the tooth skinny boney older lace onesie & heels wearing WSW blonde. All I can say any flatter she'd been concave...
Waiting to turn South at Sandy light directly across from 7-11. The Darwin Award of the evening went to indeterminate age criddler crone in bright blue dress with duffel bag talking loudly to herself at Sandy bus stop. As she emptied her duffel, she finally pulled out some wet wipes & got into crouching position. I was sure she was going to take a public shit but instead it was a painfully thorough cleaning of her nether regions. She threw her used wet wipes on the bench. Not that I ever sit at bus stops but yet another Tri Met surface to avoid...
Heading South at same light was a scary looking large chest & belly BSW in black shorts & animal print top above sandals. As puffed her way up grade got an unwanted closer view as she turned to face us. Was a blonde wigged doppelganger for "Zira" from the "Planet of the Apes". I felt that slight metallic taste of bile rising...
The Tacotime young LSW was still near tree hotel in the same outfit as this afternoon. Nighttime did nothing to diminish that jiggling apron belly...
Last seen was near PCC where bacterial vaginosis poster child WSW "Quaility" was beady eyed scanning all passing vehicles. Any roving dicks left on the avenue went limp like a damsel on a fainting couch...
82nd is a place I love, and a place I hate. The problem is that I experience these two extremes at the same time. It's not a love-hate relationship in sequence. It's in parallel. With those mildly tequila infused over thinking thoughts, called it for the night.
Except for the PPD presence seen in the far South & Murder street areas only one other PPD SUV seen near Division.
Recon Soundtrack: Finished Kenny Burrell then Stan Ridgeway "Holiday in Dirt".
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9OrdaDf5f3w[/URL]
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mA3I72K_oDg[/URL]
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ZJ- fishing motivation and Cat the Bottle Drop Spinner (with shape ohhmy).
ZJ- you have motivated me to pull out all my shit and I intend to fish like crazy in 2024. Thank you.
Caught a Civie at the Bottle Drop name Cat. Early 20's long brunette hair, 5'0" Spinner with curves. Caught her doing cans, poor thing didn't have a hair tie. Fashioned a tie for her that she appreciated. She chatted me up hard after that. Anyways, opened with small talk, finished with her number and " some work for her. " She knew what was up, potential to stab a later date. Eeezy breezy.
Sandy Blvd near pho place
There was a fuller figured girl but not really fat. Just nice blond hair and nicely dressed With the sun in my eyes this moring. Could not get a great look. A PPD car driving next to me also. She struck me as a girl who had a great set of lungs and as bigger titted girls often do. Suck the bejeezes out of you. I will keep an eye out for her.
Colder temps are bad as the girls are covering up. Man I miss the barely dressed girls on the street. After seeing the vids of Aurora ave in seattle A trip north might be in order.
Stay safe out there. Still a shit show everywhere.
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Weekend Recons: Including Some Autumn Equinox Late Turnip Truck Harvesting
Friday Night:
With my last couple recons barely having all the appeal of watching paint dry, did just that & finished up some work before the rains came. Finished up the day early & thought the copilot & I would check out the state of the avenue. Nothing to lose as I knew Dania was coming over Sunday after work.
Tonight's sunset recon was barely minutes long when I again spotted this haughty & feisty fireplug near Woodstock as I passed. Looking low key yet very fuckable in black & white tartan skirt & braless white spaghetti top above sandals. She'd added some pink to her hair since I'd last seen her.
Now I've seen this one out around & walking in the South a couple times since August +-. All I'd ever got was a noncommittal smile or look yet failed to fully realize she was for rent.
Tonight's instance was far from ambiguous as she wiggled her braless boobs & ass at us as she passed. Caught her at Martins & she hopped in registering some mild surprise at copilot popping up from cab back & me grabbing a handful of her twenty-two years young bulbous boobs. Introduced herself as Mia & started high price wise with some low-key attitude " just how old are you". Laughs...
Along with some bitching about this is really her boyfriend's idea. Yeah of course, it is. I only had one question. Do you like to fuck? Not entirely convincing me of her dedication to dick when she said did. Then borrowing a page from Rammer's playbook told her the mostly unvarnished minimum of what I needed from her. Sensing enough low self-esteem in not only her price & a lurking submissive side, headed to barn with two pops agreed on...
Wouldn't get totally naked for pictures ann/or kiss much. Strike one...
With the cold eye of a lab technician analyzing a bacterial smear under a microscope she eyed my dick before starting an alright BBBJ that only got better as I took control with some dick slaps to her forehead & face. Seemed to like being abused. Getting that less than subtle message she worked harder with more deepthroat & ball licking & an occasional eye contact. Became somewhat irritated at my point of no return when I grabbed the back of her head & coated her throat & gullet with a few days back up. Laughs...
Pulled her plain granny type underwear off for some lower access & licked that previously smell tested pussy until it dribbled some & she put an end to my efforts. Strike two...
As it got to the 2nd round. Mia mentioned I'm the oldest guy she'd ever fucked. Along with some earlier solipsistic snark that counted as strike three...
Yet for some reason that snotty remark got me harder & after dick slapping & spitting on that young slimy quim & while those sweet boobs bounced in mish. Grudge dug her guts out with extra endurance.
Due to her bitchy tendencies, a one & done for me. Seemed surprised I declined her number...
Dropped her off eighty minutes later at the nearest Pick & Pull zombie rv bivouac where Lyle & her got into it some as I left. Made me undecided whose idea it really was. Laughs...
Damage was $80.00 & tipped her $10.00. Also left Lyle a healthy backup tip especially deep in that tight pocket-sized slimy gash.
Recon Soundtrack: John Coltrane Quartet "A Love Supreme". Well at least first ten minutes or so.
Saturday:[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ll3CMgiUPuU[/URL].
Skipped any & all pussy endeavors due to weather & some serious avenue enveloping ennui. Likely some seasonal affective disorder mixed in my neuroses.
In preparation for Merry & I heading to SF & Hardly Strictly Blue Grass festival Thursday morning changed all fluids on truck. Then cut firewood & kindling for the rest of the day.
Despite both Tori & Galina texting me. The copilot & I were firmly couch locked all evening with a book until the Japan F1 race came on.
Sunday Afternoon:
After a Tabor walk the damp copilot & I did a quick Division>82nd>Immigrant Statue>Sunnyside Road recon at 5:15 before picking Dan up at 6:00.
Not that I was expecting much. Nothing seen all the way to Sunny...
Where a chunky fuglie faced WSW brunette in red slicker over black shorts, red fishnets tucked into boots was under the markets overhang. Later caught a photo of her at 84 overpass on way back.
The way back had a couple sightings...
McFlurrie headquarters had a couple umbrellas out.
A meh chunky assed BSW in blue shorts. She walked in for some open-minded monger behind strip mall.
A thinner WSW brunette in black jeans & jacket above Doc Martin type boots dressed up with bright pink socks. She did an extended window talk & hopped in some silver sedan. Methy & meh looking.
Every other spot was empty...
Did notice there does seem to be some possibilities around the tree named streets just North of Burnside the last few times I've passed.
Earlier just past Glenhaven Park some chode whistle white BMW racer passed us like we were standing still. Almost losing control & sideswiping the vehicles in front of us while weaving in & out down 82nd. Thought that fool is an accident waiting to happen. As I came up to Sunny this douche nozzle had lost control. Not only did this fool trash his ride he totally uprooted some sections of the recently installed metal bar fence at new pot shop. Thought of calling 911 or taking some photos of the carnage. Instead threaded my way around the shattered pieces of German engineering littering the area while failing to keep an imperceptible smile off my face.
One more weird scene on the avenue this afternoon was the dude in dog mask waving at all near 84. The copilot was absolutely no help if was Goofy or Pluto.
Picked up Dan at work & after a quick stop for her overnight bag. Watched a Netflix series & broiled some of my Buoy 10 salmon in olive oil & a bed of homegrown tomatoes with rosemary garnish. Almost as tasty as Dania herself. Almost.
Recon Soundtrack: More Coltrane in the form of "Coltrane Plays The Blues". Good rainy-day soundtrack.
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QExnO0hZNr4[/URL]
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ZJ- that South catch- Convience store Kyle
Nice turnip truck harvest. And thanks for the pics. I have seen her near Woodstock but she never walked in for me. And I've seen her Kyle and her near the Plaid once on ny way to the Country Club Dig the negotiation. I can't wait to catch at fanned ambivalence and get the dicking she needs, with attitude. Those turnip truck Taylor's are my speciality.
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Wednesday Afternoon Recon: The Last Recon
Well for the next six days...
With less than fifteen or so hours until ignition time for Merry's & mine Bay Area trip needed to be out this afternoon for quick errand or two around 3:15+-.
JCB>82nd>Immigrant Statue>JCB route on this schizophrenic showery day.
The South had a couple...
Walking Southbound near Duke was a younger brunette in torn jeans & black coat & low heels under white umbrella. My quick glimpse was not discouraging in the least as she threw a wave across 82nd. Never seen her before...
A whale of a WSW PAWG fuglie brunette in torn black stockings or tights near the Walmart carts was discouraging. Started to rain as I passed her...
As the skies opened up & not discouraging whatsoever was just past Harrison was a finely assed late twenties or so blonde WSW in short black jacket above black / white skintight pants & black ankle boots. Her somewhat lacking in the chest department was overrode by a cute pink lipped kewpie doll face. I parked in Autozone lot & watched her get scooped by some large white truck who just about spun out intercepting her as he saw her & slid into lot. Another who was new to these eyes...
Murder Street had thick & sturdy BSW in loud electric blue yoga pants & matching jacket. Meh & no cottage cheese is the best I can do.
Knolls Driveway had a semi cute young & thin long haired LSW in matching black tights & belly shirt window talking & striking a mutual agreement from my observations.
Last seen was at Arts Wall where a WSW brunette w/ blonde highlights was in tights & blue jacket above some Uggs was staring down traffic. That face was synonymous with her boots. Ugg indeed...
Not one PPD SUV seen in the time I was out.
Recon Soundtrack: Billy Bragg & Wilco - "Mermaid Avenue".
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gxzMbAMO73k[/URL]
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Travelogue + couple recons.
Not a report in over ten days. Ya'll gave up on the avenue I guess.
At least I have an excuse being out of town with regular & Hardly Strictly Bluegrass festival.
Thursday:
After a ten-hour I5 burn to Santa Cruz friends place. Arrived around 6:00 as they were getting home from work. Merry offered to treat us all to some Thai takeout. Back to truck where I promptly took a wrong turn & got lost in for a few minutes.
A hometown related aside to Rammer: I'm positive there was some WSW action on Barson Street. Minor yet visible.
Friday:
Since the main bands we wanted to see were on later went through the gates on this chilly & foggy day later in the day.
Lilly Hiatt was on our must-see list. For those of you who follow my "Recon Soundtrack" in my reports. You know her father John is a long time favorite of mine. She didn't disappoint us & unlike Julian Lennon she more than renewed my faith the apple doesn't fall far from the talent tree.
A short walk to another stage to see Peter Rowan. An enjoyable set opening with "Lonesome LA. Cowboy" into "Panama Red". First saw him & his brothers opening for Kingfish at Winterland circa 1976. Fuck me. I'm getting old.
Since Mer & our hosts wanted to check out Dawes closing out the day music. So, we checked out other festival distractions & then closed Friday out with them.
Back in Santa Cruz by 8:45 & barbecued some of my buoy ten Chinook with our hosts.
Saturday:
A much nicer day & with nothing set in stone except Steve Earle. Today was music exploration day.
Caught most of Syd Straws set.
Then checked out Jimmie Dale Gilmore & The West Texas Exiles. I'm not a huge fan of his voice but today he had local telecaster hero Bill Kirchen (Commander Cody & His Lost Planet Air Men + numerous bay area groups) sitting in. Also, Kelly Willis adding her vocals was a bonus since I have couple of her albums yet never saw her live.
Caught all of Rickie Lee Jones set. Mainly as there was rumor that Tom Waits (a local) would make a guest appearance. Alas, just a rumor yet still an enjoyable set.
Ended the day with all-acoustic solo Steve Earle & we headed out of the park at sunset humming "Copperhead Road".
Sunday:
Day three started off with a band my companion exposed me to. Eilen Jewell Band. Merry was ecstatic to see & I especially their set too especially enjoyed their encore cover of CCR's "Green River".
Unfortunately, John Doe's Folk Trio overlapped with above & we missed first song of his set by the time we got to that end of park. The copilot stopping to get pets from every third person didn't help our progress through the crowded park.
For once didn't have to choose between Steve Earle & Emmylou Harris closing the weekend. So, we got to hear all of her sweet set.
After Emmylou we said goodbye to our friends & headed directly North as Merry had to be at work Tuesday. Watched the sun do that last green psychedelic flash into the Pacific as we crossed the Golden Gate.
Took the scenic route North & made it as far as Fortuna before fatigue caught up with me. Motel by Eel River I'm familiar with & after getting copilot fed & settled in room enjoyed a beer or two in motel hot tub before crashing. Hard.
Pushed the checkout time Monday morning & rolled into Portland late afternoon Monday evening after stopping for a late lunch at Hawk Creek Cafe in Neskowin.
Thursday Afternoon Recon:
The copilot had her annual vet exam etcetera this afternoon & after crossing that off my list. I had backorder at Parkrose Hardware come in while away & it'd been a week + took a JCB>82nd>Upper JCB 3:15>4:15 +- on this lovely Indian summer afternoon.
South was empty.
Near the States at Brazee a blue haired WSW spinner in see through magenta minuscule mini & six-inch heels was hanging back some trying to stay incognito despite that loud hair color & outfit. She wasn't that bad from my quick look.
All other areas were devoid of 304.
Ran all the way to 119th & only seen was WSW "Powell PAWG" in red top & black dress above sandals near 113th or so.
Loading my backorder & corralling the restless copilot at Parkrose Hardware was accosted by a blast from the past in the form of dirty blonde spinner WSW "CJ" who used to be a fixture in the Flavel area twenty years ago. She mistakenly recognized copilot as previous one & to quote her "I'd fucked the shit out of her back then". I know I didn't dip into that situation without a horizon whatsoever back then, yet vaguely remember throwing her back once & told her so. She was adamant I'd fucked her fiercely back then. Laughs.
Offered me some reasonably priced unlimited action in her Sandy room in the upper east numbers. Passed on the offer without malice.
Last seen was near Crystal Springs where WSW Mia (report #5294) & her Lyle were walking North. Got a jaundiced look from her. Laughs.
Light PPD SUV seen.
Recon Soundtrack: Lilly Hiatt "Trinity Lane".
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aj_CWLRfjp4
Skipped any Friday night recon. Had the last of the 2023 fishing trips scheduled for early Saturday.
Saturday Night Recon:
With Dania beat after her work week we pivoted to reuniting our fuck parts for a Sunday barbecue & overnight. So, the copilot & I ventured out around 9:00>10:15 JCB>82nd>Sandy upper.
First loop had me wishing I'd brought a drink to counteract the desolation of the avenue. Was fairly empty.
First spotted was at arts wall in the form of the pet hospital SSBSW in colorful spaghetti top dress & sandals. That seems to be her new location & later in the evening some hogger scooped her up.
Next available vagina for rent was at Sunny with a Muppet faced chunky mixed or BSW in red onesie showing off some saggy chest & impending cottage cheese ass cheeks. Walked in Holiday for some truck flashing his high beams at her just as a PPD SUV passed. She also a Tyrone near all night.
Fremont had another mixed or BSW in transparent black one piece above inch heels. She toned down that outfit with a short matching jacket. Slight attosecond of jungle drums heard mainly because she was the first attractive young one seen.
Sandy at Pony Soldier had a homely & thicker bright orange haired younger BSW with phone in face between eyeing passing vehicles. Yeech...
Maybe a possible sturdy WSW brunette in black dress with gold flecked pattern near 110th was the only other seen.
Headed South with no others seen until Harrison where a diversifying Amber Wilcox was in pink. Radio report informed me 100.00 BJ & 150.00 full service in her 205 area room only. Now that I think about this one is likely the "autozone blonde" from my report #5297. Didn't care & only reaction to her was more yawns...
With the avenue having the gravitational pull of a black hole in terms of negative ions, headed down Burnside & some much needed grocery shopping.
Afterwards, one last round of self-inflicted avenue flagellation around 11:10 11:45 Burnside>82nd>Immigrant Statue>JCB look. My hoe hypothesis, the closer to midnight tonight it got the better the offerings.
Murder Street threw out a tall BSW in transparent flesh colored one piece above heels. At first, I thought she was totally naked...
Beech had a semi cute shoulder length redhead WSW in black dress & heels window talking. Looped around to her not making a deal & after ignoring my interest she retired into the tree named hotel. I'm starting to think I've pissed off Zeus & doomed to my Sisyphus purgatory re: redheads.
LA Parilla had a several overly aggressive BSW of various BMI. More yawns...
Bagger's bench had a young cute spinner brunette WSW in tiny black shorts above ankle height fur topped boots.
The above's walking partner was a flat chested skinny BSW in green knee length dress.
Glenhaven had a hair up dirty blonde trim WSW in skintight sleeveless knee length dress. I looped around into park lot & again was ignored. Besides the redhead was the only 304 I was sorry about as she had an ass that I could chip a tooth on. Sighs...
Called it then & there & cruised South to the barn with nothing of interest seen all the way to JCB.
Light PPD SUV or undercover seen in most areas. OSP was pulling over some from Powell south. No Clackamas seen.
Saturday wasn't a total goose egg as we found the Coho bite flatlining some scented artificials around Meldrum Bar & almost limited on some smaller Coho before the bite died.
Recon Soundtrack: John Hiatt & The Goners - October 15,2001 at Mystic Theater Petaluma. CA.
https://ia600201.us.archive.org/10/items/JohnHiattAndTheGoners2001-10-15MysticTheaterPetalumaCA/JohnHiattAndTheGoners2001-10-15MysticTheaterPetalumaCA.mp3?cnt=0
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Barson and the Beach Flats
Most definitely the only place in the 831 with Street Action not located in Salinas. In the early 90's that is where I got my SW cherry popped. Those times were flush with Walkers in that area. I met up with a tiny WSW when I was a Youngster and she sucked it down like a Hoover. Around the same time I got wonderful FS from a Hippie Goddess at at Rub & Tug on 41st. Ave.
Glad you had fun ZJ, I'm heading back home end of this month and undoubtedly will hit up ALL the old haunt (s).
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No Travelogue: Just a Sunday Afternoon recon
After an afternoon Tabor walk with my fishing bud & the copilots, picked up some of the Coho he smoked & had a little time before Dan's & mine barbecue / movie night over night.
Did a quick Woodstock 82nd Immigrant Statue Sunnyside Road look around 5:30. After Saturday night's recon wasn't expecting anything at all. Yet the avenue is anything but consistent for pertinent pussy for rent.
Empty until past 84 so wasn't really paying the best attention until near States where an alright looking sturdy late twenties+-brunette in jeans & tank top was in the adjacent bar parking lot. As I paused my Northward trek at pedestrian crossing, she made it very clear she was available.
Despite a marked PPD SUV at Siskiyou taco place lot the offerings ramped up. Maybe they were on a dinner break...
McFlurrie headquarters had a chunky wide assed big titted BSW in cream colored dress & sandals. Shitty tats & an utter lack of thigh gap or jungle drums didn't stop some obvious Sunday punter from scooping her in Fremont gas station lot. His fervent scoop reminded me of the miniature Stonehenge scene in Spinal Tap. It's all perspective. Laughs...
To my amazement the recently deserted Murder Street was occupied by a lean BSW in red crop top above tights & silver fuck me heels. Not terrible & BMI appropriate though no jungle drums heard over the recon soundtrack...
Beech also was polluted with a potbellied beastly looking BSW in transparent red onesie above some filthy looking white fluffy house slippers. Between her boobs & belly rolls was enough lumpiness I thought I was looking at a black Diane of Ephesus. Yeech...
Empty to Immigrant Statue & back to tree named hotel where I saw a younger & lean WSW in pink dress with black thong above 6" fuck me heels checking off all the boxes of the usual fripperies seen these last few months. She walked up to Beech & hung for a quick minute while interacting with beastly BSW then retreating back to the tree motel. Not a lot of chest yet the barretes in her hair were a nice touch that made my dick sing for unknown reasons...
Minus one of the Flavel fuglie lifers, nothing new seen all the way to Sunnyside where Dan was waiting outside work for my somewhat late ass looking innocent & slutty schoolgirl all at once with her hair in messy pigtail braids & sweater over basic knee length dress. Complimented the look & got "a necessity Zavi, I overslept & didn't have a chance to wash my hair". Didn't matter, nibbled on some of that smoked Coho, watched a movie & killed a bottle of cabernet in between barbecuing some fillets fucking one another like a house on fire...
Brought her to work at 10:00 with freshly washed hair, though I can't say the same for that sweet quim full of my dead swimmers.
Recon Soundtrack: Grateful Dead June 7, 1970 at Fillmore West, SF. Set 2.
[URL]https://archive.org/details/gd70-06-07.sbd.hollister.98.sbeok.shnf[/URL]
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Our lady of the road, potholes in my lawn and naked wackadoodle near Universal
Holy shit the middle Blade is dangerous, 5150 and possibly deadly. Careful out there, the Jay Cat is walking in the road, against traffic. There's a fucked pothole near Universal and just before Mill is another naked Jay Cat fighting the World.
Stay safe out there. On to the first tee box.
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Wednesday Commute Recon: Yawns...
In the midst of a late day materials run crowded in a JCB>82nd>Parkrose Hardware>JCB 5:15>6:00.
Harrison had a late twenties +- WSW dirty blonde in jeans shorts & colorful top getting scooped up as I came around block. Nice ass & almost cute...
Murder Street had an almost pudgy BSW showing some ass in leather skirts that flirt & transparent belly shirt. No cottage cheese but I'd take odds it's coming. Later she was trolling McFlurrie central. No jungle drums heard. Meh...
Near Parkrose Hardware had a garishly made-up little person brunette WSW in semitransparent sleeveless white onesie above sandals. Full disclosure: with those tiny hands & stubby arms waving at me along with noticeable arm pit stubble had my fuck parts rapidly retreating & last time I can remember such a like visceral reaction was when I took an unintentional dunk in the Willamette one early Springer season. She triggered some latent Achondroplasiaphobiaa I wasn't aware of...
Beech had another onesie attired one in the form of a BSW in blue with black thong underneath. More meh...
Sunny had a short & widebody long haired younger LSW in blue outfit. I'm seeing a pattern today...
Almost clipped the older skinny 5150 curb criddler walking against traffic near PCC with truck mirror as she appeared from the vehicle in front of me. Fuck me...
Nothing else seen to the barn near except a nice noncombatant or two. Got the stink eye from a redhead in shorts just South of Foster...
A few PPD SUV out & about. The motorcycle cops were out & making their presence known to a few's chagrin.
Recon Soundtrack: Art Blakey & Jazz Messengers - "A Night In Tunisia".
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rvw9CcveQpY[/URL]
Safe recons & life.
Elvira's Latina younger sister
During that huge rainstorm a couple weeks back, I amused myself by driving my big ol' pickup through puddles and having a blast, like I have been doing for years and years. So of course I got stuff wet and had to spend an hour wringing out spark plugs and polishing the air filter and rotating the hood. Usual "I should have known better" kinda swearing got me through until the motor once again gasped to life and I decided to drive around a while in the hopes that the warm engine made everything dry again. Or at least gave me an excuse to do nothing useful for a couple hours. Around 8 pm I was going north from Sandy out past 148th, and expectedly saw absolutely nothing all the way to 82nd. In the dim recesses of time, legends are told of action out there, but the map should just read "the desolate wastelands" anywhere beyond the Grotto these days.
The 7-11 on Sandy had an early-30's WSW wearing a leather coat and boots. And that's basically it. Reminded me of that video Cher filmed on the battleship, only this gal had long light-brown hair devoid of curls with a face far-cuter than what I normally see in the zone. She was purchasing some of the fine wares inside that establishment while out by the bus shelter an early-20's BSW guy, shirtless and wearing mesh pants pulled down over his frankly-enviable ass (hey, I calls 'them like I sees 'them) while he flipped the long blue curls from his wig around and did a pole dance with more energy than anything one is likely to see in a strip club. He also made blowjob motions at every single car that passed. If nothing else, he's a highly-effective communicator.
Chuckling to myself, I turned south and saw a couple SWs by the tree hotel that I'm positive had some sort of physical description, perhaps even a good one, but all memory of them was immediately purged by the time I passed the bible college where an early-20's gothy Latina gal with long jet-black hair and a long-sleeve, short-skirt, skin-tight little black dress with a deep V-shaped neckline that went all the way to her waist. Two amazingly-perky large breasts fought their way out of confinement on either side while her otherwise-elfin body and mischievous smile nearly caused my car insurance to get much, much more-expensive. She was standing in the shadow a few feet back from the road, at night, dressed in black, but was still shockingly-visible. And clearly working, making eye contact with every car that drove by while primly holding her purse in both hands.
Whatever the daily limit is on my ATM card, it's probably not enough for what I wanted to do right there, but that, combined with being completely drenched in various engine juices and whatever was in that puddle aside from water, made me hesitate before circling back. Of course, by the time I was back on that block, Elvira's Latina kid sister was gone, presumably scooped by the large chrome-covered monstrosity of a parking lot princess truck that I saw make a 73-point turn in my rear view mirror immediately after I drove past.
Sighing and continuing south I saw nothing much aside from a cute curly-haired 40-ish WSW by the church in a huge, sensibly-warm jacket with a knit dress who waved as I passed. At Taboo I saw tons of cars in the parking lot with nobody milling about, which is usually the signal that some intrepid lady is putting on a show or making fantasies come true in the sinema, and that was it. I passed Flavel, where the plausibility of spotting more SWs usually ends, and proceeded to JCB, where we all pretend is where the plausibility ends.
Of course, the next dozen times I was driving, prepared, and presentable. Nothing even remotely in-line with my preferences was spotted, but the thrill is in the hunt!
