Yeah, a bike can be the real protagonist if you give it a backstory, a grudge against the city, and a need to escape the same old grind. The handlebars become the shoulders, the gears the heartbeat, and the cracked paint the scars of a silent war. In a film, that bike just rides through scenes, making everything else look like a flat backdrop. It’s the rebellious sidekick that never talks, but you can feel its pulse.

Sure, listen to that engine and you'll hear a soundtrack of grit and ambition, not the empty chatter people love to parade around. The real plot is in the rumble, not the hype.

Fine, cut the noise, crank the engine, and let’s hit the road.

Alright, I’ll keep the throttle under control, but don’t blame me if the road turns into a script I’m not signed up for.