Every morning, we draw blankets to hide from the early morning sunlight, and then when it’s usually beyond time, we wake up, we drag ourselves out of the bed. By now we are already looking forward for the weekend.
And then, when it is weekend, we the motorcyclists jump off the bed, earlier than usual, alarm or not. Wrap our chores in record time to catch the early morning sunrise. You call our motorcycles loud, but from the saddle.. it strikes harmony.
Motorcyclists, this is who we are. This is why we ride.
In complete harmony with the machine extension to who we are.