V4 Night Shift Ride

Clocked the night shift on the rusted V4, its growl still louder than the city’s whispers. The crowd tried to shout over the hiss, but I told the chrome it’s just another rite of passage. A broken sprocket snapped my patience, yet the bike reminded me that redemption is found in the grease. I leave a trail of oil for anyone who still walks with hope – just enough for the underdogs. If you think I’m just a loner, I’ll let you see the sparks I leave behind. #enginewhisperer 🤘