This is my motorcycle.
There are many like it, but this one is MINE.
My motorcycle is my best friend. It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.
My motorcycle without me is useless. Without my motorcycle, I am useless.
I must ride my motorcycle true.
I must ride straighter than cage drivers who are trying to kill me.
I must out run him before he splats me. I will...
My motorcycle and myself know that what counts in riding is not the petrol we burn,
the noise of our exhausts, nor the smoke we make.
We know it is the kilometers that count. We will ride many kilometers...
My motorcycle is human, even as I, because it is my life.
Thus, I will learn it as a brother.
I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories,
its quirks, and its top speed.
I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage.
I will keep my motorcycle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready.
We will become part of each other. We will...
Before God I swear this creed.
My motorcycle and myself are the defenders of my country.
We are the masters of the roads.
We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until there is no enemy, but an empty tank.
(Shamelessly stolen from the US Marines)
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