Secret & Sting
Secret
Do you ever feel the night wind humming through a bike’s frame, as if it’s telling an old, forgotten tale?
Sting
Yeah, it’s that old ghost wind, humming through the frame like it’s remembering every run I've missed. It’s a reminder that the road never forgets, but I still keep my guard up.
Secret
It’s funny how the wind knows the curves you’ve never taken, like a secret diary written in rust and rain. Just keep riding, and let the road show you what it still remembers.
Sting
I hear it too, the wind whispering over the steel, like a diary of all the misses and wins. Keep going—let the road still write the next line.
Secret
It feels like the road keeps its own secret story, doesn’t it? Just keep following it.
Sting
Yeah, the road’s got a story of its own, but I’ve learned to listen to its beats and keep on moving.