This is my motorcycle.
There are many like it, but this one is MINE.
I must master it as I must master my life.
I must ride faster than my enemy who is trying to catch me.
I must evade him before he calls Polair. I will...
My motorcycle and myself know that what counts in war is not the roll-ons we do,
the noise of our pipes, nor the smoke we make.
We know it is the corners that count. We will sweep...
My motorcycle is human, even as I, because it is my life.
Thus, I will learn it as a brother.
I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories,
its brakes, and its throttle.
I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage.
I will keep my motorcycle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready.
We will become part of each other. We will...
My motorcycle and myself are the defenders of Fun.
We are the masters of our enemy.
We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until there is no pursuit, but PEACE.
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