Flying Tiger’s Contest of Hotness

Here’s today’s volley back to Flying Tiger Comic’s Pin UP Challenge–


This work is by George Petty, dated 1943, and shows a hottie in a U.S. Navy Chief Petty Officer’s uniform explaining something to a recruit.

The caption reads:
….. so take my advice and just bet your shirt!

You can’t beat a clever and curvy redhead in a Navy uniform, man. 😀


I’ll be out of town until Tuesday Morning, but anybody who wants to take up the gauntlet is invited to join right in !!!
In the meantime, my queue will keep my end up.
(In a manner of speaking, of course.)



Ride, Ride

rideAs I think back over many years of conversations with people at the gym,

I can only remember two or three that had anything at all to do with the Muscleheaded Blog.

It’s like the hours I spend at the gym, and the hours I spend on the blog, are two disparate parts of my life…

….. having very little to do with each other.

I’ve been fine with that…

I’ve never been all that interested in ‘promoting’ my blog just for the purpose of adding readers,

And, anyway, I figure sharing a gym with me a couple hours a day would be MORE than enough for most people.

Somehow though, this last week one of my gym friends and I got talking about blogging… and that led to her checking out my blog.

Boy, if I had known THAT, I woulda dressed this place up a bit.

Those curtains need a good steam, too.

Ah well.

I’m pretty much a slob at the gym, too, so I guess she’s used to it.

Apparently, she does a poetry blog over on another site, which I promised not to mention–

I guess because maybe she figures my readers are all barbarian-types or sex bombs — which of course, isn’t true at all….

I have mostly very smart and very kind readers, and only one or two barbarian types, and not near enough sex bombs for my taste, thank you.

Hey, you know who you are.


We decided to give each other a weekly ‘prompt’ to blog about.

I have done this kind of thing before, on Xanga, and MySpace, and while it was challenging, it was also a lot of fun, mostly.

I even re-posted one over here on WordPress…
“Fun With Razor Blades” 

Not a work worthy of Hemingway, I grant you, but I’ve never been one to stress the importance of being Ernest.


I also wrote a post on a prompt from Uncle Spike– about Strongman- which should be showing up this weekend sometime on most of these same stations.

OH, and before I forget, if any of you wonderful readers wanna join in, I’d love to exchange prompts with you– just drop me a line at — or in your comments on this post.

The only rule ( I hate a lot of rules ) is you have a week to post on the prompt, and then we repost each other’s work.

I think this kinda thing can improve our writing skills, and force us to stretch our pre-conceived limitations.

It doesn’t have to be in a specific form, it can verse, poetry, short story, rant, fiction, non fiction, a dirty limerick, a fervent prayer, I don’t care — whatever you wanna write.

Since the lady in the gym likes to write poems, I gave her a prompt of “Indian Summer” , and she gave me “Motorcycle”.

………. that covers a lot of ground.




I guess I could be a smart ass and do one about “Summer on an Indian Motorcycle.”


I think that would just confuse the issue.

But, I will try my hand at a verse or two.

So, let’s rev this thing up and see how we do.

And please lemme know what you think.



Ride, Ride

A kick to bring the machine to life
All air and sunshine and motion
Your image whirls by
In sign and sound
And the road remembers

when I tell you
you are the starlit canopy
to my heaven
the tropic in my paradise
and the fairy in my absinthe
I wouldnt tell a lie

ride, ride, take me with you

breath you take from me
as the breeze that blows
your auburn locks
years can go without the slightest notion
that you are still as you were
smooth and soft and unashamed

ride, ride, take me with you

A pull to move the machine to speed
All growl and torque and traction
Your image whizzes by
In reflection and mind
Yes the road remembers

when I tell you
you are the inside
of my inside out
the saint in my valentine
and the warmth of my Indian summer
I wouldnt tell a lie

Hey —
Whatdaya know….

I got that Indian Summer thing in there after all!  😀