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The Rhythm of the Ride
I love a motorbike ride
An open road signals freedom,
Freedom from everyday restrictions,
Rules that keep me in check.
Nagging worries that drag me down.
Its liberating, exhilarating,
Lying low, head down chin up,
Open throttle and feeling the wind
Whistling past.
Tyres on asphalt sing their song.
Engine finely tuned throbbing along.
Bobbing and...
Monday 17th October 2011 12:05 pm
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