The sound of the engines,
the closeness of friends,
roaring ahead, full throttle
down Old Post Road,
in the beauty and magic of night,
Dozens of bikes of all types,
sizes and shapes,
in unified motion, as one nation,
with a solid faith in each other,
and ourselves,
A shout, a rebel yell,
at last, an escape,
all for one, one for all,
all at once,
all of one kind.
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