Born of steel, fire, and open sky,
Victory roared— The rebel’s cry!
American heart, V-twin soul,
Chasing horizons, fierce and bold.
Curves carved with unapologetic grace, Throttle wide, wind-whipped face.
Octane’s fury, raw and pure,
A masterpiece built to endure.
I gripped the bars, I felt its beat,
A symphony pounding on the streets.
Victory’s spirit, never tame.
Echoes linger where legends ride.
LA
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Author:
LA (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: February 13th, 2025 09:22
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A lovely dedication to the fantastic vehicle of the freeway and highways, enjoyed the read
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