spoken like a turd who never drank a beer on the beach, whatching the sun come up, as the grey light of dawn burned off, there was this machine, bright, shiny powerful, Yours. You throw your leg over as it thunders to life, and blast down the road a moment in time shared by being free. something a little rat turd will never know as he sips his mocha, to scared to look outside, contemplating yet another boring drive in his hondayota or toyoanda (what ever) so he can be like all the rest of the sheep, bitter sad pathetic never been free. LOL