Author’s Note: Detour Version 1.0 Series tale tail end #2 of 2
Here’s a brighter note on this series on . . . if you will . . . our dare-to-be-different sentiment-sprinkled memories — no weeping, wealth, or glory — will keep us alive in the hearts and souls of those who we love and leave behind.

If you still see my face when you’re dreaming, and you wake up screaming, I’ll know that I did my job.

😀

-Marlow

We’re a hundred 20 in fast left lane
Dust from a passing bullet train
We’re the pop in French champagne
No one’s gonna hook onto our chain

You can’t buy what we got
You won’t see it in a Harley shop
Riding’s the boom in our mic drops
Goin too fast for the world to watch

We’re motor cyclists
Yeah, we’re different
On a whole ‘nother level way off the ground
No you can’t hold on we’re above the clouds

We’re motor cyclists
Oh yeah we’re different
You don’t wanna miss this
We’re motor cyclists, watch us

We’re high flyers
Watch ‘for us pass by ya
Yeah we’re lit like lighters
Our own ride or die-ers

You can’t buy what we got
You won’t see it in a Harley shop, no no
We’re the boom in our mic drops
Don’t care if the whole world don’t watch
We’re motor cyclists
We’re different

You wanna witness?
Might miss us when we’re gone
But we’re gonna have all the fun
Life only has a few tastes
Can’t let greatness go to waste
So try flying state to state
Not patiently await something to believe
And that something might be motor cycling

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