Once you start the engine, your're lost forever. Vibrations come up through your legs to make a pleasurable feeling on you genitalia, your heart beats desperate for new sensations and with a single twist of your wrist, the beast breaks out stadyness and gravity becomes a friend that helps you keep on the ground while riding. You are a hero on a motorcycle. Eyes are watching.
A transport is a device that just moves you or some baggage arround, a motorcycle is a passion. We live our lives on the back of a bike just because we choose so and it's never enough. Dreaming of bikes and trips is a lifestyle and getting away on your bike is a desire only heros can have.
But motorcycles not only give, they also take from your soul... shit happens. We are here to die, and we live to die at anytime. With a motorcycle, death is always sitting at the back seat. Death is waiting for you to make a mistake or get on an oil stain in the middle of the tarmac, and that's all, you will be gone for ever. But who cares? Ride safely but not being scary and whatever your destiny is, find it with your boots on. I'm still alive and don't know much about death but, I reckon nothing can be worst than dying with the feeling of the things you didn't do. Fuck life to the most!
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