Hey Rosh, ever thought about turning the hum of a motorcycle into a rhyme? I’ve been scribbling verses about pistons and pistons, and I’d love to hear the straight‑up, no‑frills mechanics you’d drop into the mix.

Love that rhythm—metal’s got a heartbeat and the road’s the drum. Maybe drop a line about the wind whispering through the exhaust, or a hook that’s a shout‑out to the city lights. Keep it tight, keep it loud. You’re nailing the engine’s pulse.