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.