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 my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must pass him before he hits me.
My motorcycle and I know that what counts on this road is not the miles we cover, the noise of our exhaust, nor the tire smoke we make. We know that it is the apexes that count.
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 strength, its parts, its accessories, its engine and its tires. I will keep my motorcycle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other.
Before God, I swear this creed. My motorcycle and I are the riders of my country. We are the masters of the backroad. We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is America's and there is no cages, but peace!
Stolen from the Wing site who plagerized the Military.
