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WIND SONG

Hear the distinctive sound of a Harley. Just gaze upon it's beauty. Feel the wind blowing through your hair. It's a wind song that only the chosen can feel and hear. By riding solo the intensity of freedom encompasses your very being. By riding in groups the brotherhood emerges and an all powerful feeling surges. Some are born to ride. Few realize it's true glory. I am destined to ride to the wind song because I chose a Harley Davidson.
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Oct 12, 2014
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