Our bikes who art in the garage, various be thy
name's, thy summer come. They will be ridden.
On roads in all directions.
Give us this day our daily fuel, and forgive us our speeding.
As we forgive those that speed past.
Lead us not into speed cameras, but deliver us from fines.
For us are the open roads.
The throttle, speed and rev range.
For ever and ever RIDE ON.
