Is it riding season yet? I need time on my bike and the road rolling out before me, then sun on my bare arms and the wind in my face. I need to shift my hips and feel the bike respond immediately. I need to feel the rumble of the engine rolling up through my arms. I need that roar in my ears and all that power barreling me forward into that great wide open.
I need to ride.
(I need to hit the highway like a battering ram on my silver black phantom bike.)
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