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The Highway MAXX
Time. It wastes and corrupts. Time is why we get old. Time is how we go from healthy to sick. It's because of time that she ran off with the milk man. The Japanese milkman.
Timeless. Timeless is the rumble of the only real engine. Timeless is brotherhood that masters it. Timeless is the stetch of road that winds away into the sunset. Timeless are the principles that gave us this land. Timelessness is why we rule it.
Only the Axis powers keep time. Only the foreign invaders force us to watch inane little dials for information. Because they have no souls. And becasue they have no souls, they wish to strip the red-blodded of theirs. They force us to watch, under the guise of giving us the pleasure of riding, every tick of their subversion, every tock of their hideous, poisoned, malcontent. They force us to watch every stroke of their invasion of our shores, our markets, our culture, our children's minds.
A true motorcyclist needs no corrupting influence of little needles, floating across a clock-face with no meaning. A Rider knows the soul of his beast. He knows it because it is his own soul. Thunderous. Timeless. Strong.
Better watch out, little watchmaker. Because while you are marking time, the Timeless have your days numbered.
Time. It wastes and corrupts. Time is why we get old. Time is how we go from healthy to sick. It's because of time that she ran off with the milk man. The Japanese milkman.
Timeless. Timeless is the rumble of the only real engine. Timeless is brotherhood that masters it. Timeless is the stetch of road that winds away into the sunset. Timeless are the principles that gave us this land. Timelessness is why we rule it.
Only the Axis powers keep time. Only the foreign invaders force us to watch inane little dials for information. Because they have no souls. And becasue they have no souls, they wish to strip the red-blodded of theirs. They force us to watch, under the guise of giving us the pleasure of riding, every tick of their subversion, every tock of their hideous, poisoned, malcontent. They force us to watch every stroke of their invasion of our shores, our markets, our culture, our children's minds.
A true motorcyclist needs no corrupting influence of little needles, floating across a clock-face with no meaning. A Rider knows the soul of his beast. He knows it because it is his own soul. Thunderous. Timeless. Strong.
Better watch out, little watchmaker. Because while you are marking time, the Timeless have your days numbered.
