I can think. I can sleep. I can move. I can ride my bike. I can dream.

Momma didn’t raise any fool, she put me in foster care.

I don’t really feel like going for a ride today. Said no motorcycle rider ever.

Faster, faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.

Bike to work, bike to play, bike tomorrow, bike today!

If you don’t drink, smoke, or ride a bike, you’re a tax evader.

It is true that speed kills. In distance running, it kills anyone who does not have it.

The more precisely I can drive, the more I enjoy myself.

Have fun, be active. Ride a bike instead of driving, for example.

Ride as much or as little, or as long or as short as you feel. But ride.

Everyone crashes. Some get back on. Some don’t. Some can’t.

Can live without a lot of things in my life but a Bike is not one of them.

Never ride faster than your guardian angel can fly.

Life ain’t always beautiful, but it’s a beautiful ride.

Speed is a way to escape consciousness and just act.

Straight roads are for fast cars, turns are for fast riders.

When speed gets in the blood, one must drive to live.

My Girlfriend told me to choose Her or My Bike. I miss her sometimes.

Life is short. So, grip it and rip it.