Born To Ride
Best believe the best things are free;
Out on the sharpest curve in town,
Ready to floor it!
Nothing like the wind pounding you;
Taking your rumble and a shout
Out to outrun the Sun
Racing the stars in the rain
Into overdrive; 15 miles over the limit
Dust trails dripping down the lane
Every ride rejuvenates the spirit.
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