No matter what purpose our motors serve, they all point toward the same thing. Humanities never ending desire to move forward, to move faster, to go further into the worlds harsh places than we’ve ever dreamed possible. It’s funny, sometimes when your surrounded by the sturm and drang of an angry engine, when the roost and wind are roaring past your ears like a typhoon. That’s when you find the world to be at it’s most silent. The modern day rider sees the world not for what it is, but for what it could be. A massive landscape of opportunity, begging to be ripped.