Like a moth to a lightbulb,...

Like a moth to a lightbulb, I happened to be in Inkster one Wednesday evening, hump day how appropriate, and the sirens call of the Flight Club was echoing in my ear. After a fab time approximately three months ago, I was hoping for a return engagement with the Asian hottie who took me around the world. Not there, so what's a guy to do, stay for the shift change thats what you do and was not disappointed, at least 45 at 7:00 pmm followed by a steady parade to 10:00 pm, drinking water this night. Had a couple uninspired laps around 8:00, but was rewarded by a tall brunette named Sierra at 10:00 with a champagne room send off that made this Motor City visit one to commit to the memory books. Ciao, ciao for now.