Biker 101

<p>I hate to advocate drugs alcohol violence or insanity... but they've always worked for me. Living on the Edge. The thrill of speed overcomes fear of death Leaning hard into aggressive -wind Screaming engine pulsates; throbbing below. Brothers in front and to the back of me; one tight beside me. Straight ahead squinting eyes tearing salt burning the skin We dare not look; we feel we hear we sense where each of us be. Constantly adjusting tight distances instinctively. Masters of our beasts; unified man and machine. Lone wolves in the pack meld as one. We form as a predatory snake. Rhythmically poetically it weaves. Effortlessly through and around Pugnaciously racing in and out. Melodiously to the music we all hear. Thundering barking exhausts. The tune of death; the adrenaline of life The fearsome intoxicating dance.</p>