I was on my trip riding my iron horse called the Valkyrie she is Big and Beautiful 1500 horse power. Here I was riding my pretty Valkyrie alone in the dark, I was heading to a place that no man knows. I was lost in time and space just me and my bike, the bike was changing form, no longer she was made of iron but flesh and bone. I traveled back in time The year 1500s, I'm now a viking riding high and will destory any living thing that will come my way. In a flash I was back again in my world, did I go back in time? or was my mechine becoming life like? The Name Valkyrie - powerfull and magical.
Guy Maggio
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