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The Little Things

There’s a kind of magic you only notice on two wheels—the sudden cold pockets of air, the sting of rain on your cheeks, the bugs smashing into your face like it’s part of the deal. It’s chaos. And it’s sacred.

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Shall Not Be Infringed (Unless You’re Buying Kale)

If you don’t trust me to carry a gun in your store, then I don’t trust you with my money. Don’t ask me to disarm just to shop for groceries.

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The Ride

Most people don’t get it. They think riding is about speed or rebellion. But for me, it’s therapy. When I throw my leg over the bike, my soul returns to me.

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Both Parties Can Fuck All The Way Off

I’m not picking between Coke and Pepsi and pretending it’s revolutionary. I’m bringing my own damn flask.

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Leeches of Liberty

Liberty was never about safety. It was about risk, ownership, failure—and the right to rise again. Somewhere along the way, we fucked it all up.