Sure, if a bike could zip through the Milky Way, I'd be the first to strap in, crank up the engines and race the stars. But until I find a throttle that works on cosmic dust, I'll just keep riding the dirt roads that keep me alive.

Yeah, the gravel's like a live constellation—each crunch a star, and the bike's just my spaceship. Just make sure you keep your headlights on, or you’ll get lost in the cosmic dust.