in the wind


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    in the wind

    The air blast my face and creates an almost static sound blowing by my ears.
    The thump an growl of the engine, beats in my chest, and scares away fears.
    My feet and hands seem to mold themselves into the pegs and grips.
    Riding as one, been on so many trips.
    I will never stop.
    I don't care if riding becomes as illegal as murder.
    This job of creating these metal two wheeled beasts truly is an art, and a way of IS NOT a job. If you look at it like a will fail.
    the goal...the ULTIMATE goal just to be...
    in the wind.

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    littleonyx commented on in the wind


    So...when do I get to ride on the metal two-wheeled beast? Niiiiiice...

    To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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