All we do is dance and scream and build bicycles all day long. Our bikes race faster than our minds, and our bodies convulse to rhythmic ceremonial rituals that scare old people while enticing the young. All I know is that I'm alive today and I hope that I am tomorrow. Welcome to the Steel Garden, where we eat carbon for breakfast and use titanium for toothpicks. :)
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