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 life...it IS NOT a job. If you look at it like a job...you will fail.
    the goal...the ULTIMATE goal ...is just to be...
    in the wind.

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    littleonyx commented on in the wind

    03-23-2009

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