Rip roaring Harley's racing down highways,
showing off their individuality and inde-
pendence.
Being free as a bird, although tires are
rolling along the asphalt, while paying
attention to landscapes.
Passing by all types and sights of nature,
knowing that this is a paradise on wheels,
enjoying sounds as I ride into the sunset.
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