Everyone crashes. Some get back on. Some don't. Some can't.
Four wheels move the body. Two wheels move the soul.
Faster, faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.
Burn rubber, not your soul, baby.
Never ride faster than your guardian angel can fly.
Never ride faster than your guardian angel can fly.
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ReplyDeleteDik asta.... printeso ce-s cu pozele astea de hi5?
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ReplyDeletenu io ti'am scris asa bah :)) adik nu eu is anonymous
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