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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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