Scalded Bitch

This weekend saw the performance of a yearly Spring ritual with me...awakening the sleeping boat. All boats are female, and mine is no different. She has been slumbering and dreaming of this weekend since November of last year, nursed through the long winter by an occasional reassurance by me of the ticking clock.
On Sunday she roared to life on command, cleared her throat, and gave me the pleasure I seek this time every year...screaming scary-fast across the lake after a long winter absent of speed.

Yes she is a female, but not of the likes of a Lady Diana or Mother Theresa. She is more of the pierced, black dyed-goth-lesbian, kick your ass for fucking with her, type. Crack her 275 HP Mercury Marine race bred motor wide open, and she runs like a scalded bitch dog. It will peel your eyelids back, and literally take your breath away. She is mean, unpredictable, and hard to handle. Like most dangerous women, you have to respect her or she will hurt you...and hurt you bad. I know, because I have been thrown by her at 72MPH, and lived to tell the tale. You don't drive a Bullet boat...you fly them, and you better know WTF you're doing.

90+ MPH into a head wind while sitting at water level...now that's a fullfilling relationship.