America, at one point in history, fueled imagination. She inspired creativity and provided a safe haven for independence. At this point in history, our grandfathers worked for a living and their fathers shed the same blood and sweat. There where swindlers and snakes, but even they had to work for their keep. I wish this was "our" America as it once was "theirs." I hope that one day my children will see what was lost and try to rebuild this once great land.
We will continue to go against the current grain. We will pursue the freedoms that have been stolen from us by creating and molding our lives around the great predecessors of our past. We will build. We will sweat and bleed into our vintage bikes. When we are behind our fore fathers bars, we will catch their freedom in the wind. We will breathe for them. We will ride freedom back into the roads of our America.
Happy 4th fuckers.
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