I can see you, your brown skin shinin' in the sun

I was driving to get my hair cut this afternoon. Did I mention it's Haircut Day? I was running a little late and that was exacerbated by slow traffic. Turns out it was due to a National Guard caravan and I can only guess that they were heading south to help out with the hurricane relief. Is it wrong that I was checking out all the drivers? I was giving them the thumbs up action while I was doing it, if that helps at all. So after I finally got by all of them (I was really late by then), I should have really sped on, but I was slowed practically against my will by some gay lobe in my brain taking over. The trigger was this dark-skinned dream of a Harley dude. I mean, wish up on a star dream. I mean brotha with your teeth so white, won't you ride my knob tonight dream. OK, did I offend y'all with that last bit? Dude had on those chunky black biker boots, a great pair of jeans and his legs seemed spread way beyond what was necessary. His shirt was tight, natch, setting off the V-torso we all covet. He had close cropped nappy hair, dark dark skin and he was sportin' some cute little blue-tinted glasses. Do you blame me for loitering? After a long while he had no choice but to give me the quizzical look, which I answered with the sheepish smile and wave and that's when he brought out the big guns-- the lopsided cocky smile you'd sell your Gramma to see again followed closely by the laugh and a wave back. Bang! Bang! Ya got me. Anyway, he exited, I went on. In the state that put me in, is it any wonder that I was visited again by the embarrassing shampoo bowl boner?