Scrape & Sigurd
Sigurd
Ever heard the story of the wandering rider who rode a bronze steed that could shift gears like a storm? I think that legend might be the ancestor of our motorcycle myths.
Scrape
Yeah, that sounds like the kind of yarn that gets old guys up at dawn, tinkering with a twin‑spark. Old myth, new steel. If that bronze horse was shifting gears, I’d say it was just a chrome‑faced motorcycle on a dream trip. The road's always been the true legend.
Sigurd
Indeed, the road may be the true legend, but every true legend begins with a dream, and that dream was forged in the fire of the bronze horse.
Scrape
Sounds like the original fire that still burns in every rev. If that bronze horse was the spark, then every gear shift we do is just a little echo of that legend. Keep the road open and the dreams hotter than a freshly oiled chain.
Sigurd
Ah, the chain hums like a secret oath, and the road shimmers with the same old drumbeat, yet I still wonder if that bronze horse ever really rode, or if it simply dreamt of gears.
Scrape
Maybe it was just a dream that ran on the same hot iron as the real ride. Either way, every legend that turns a wheel starts with a spark, and that spark still lives in every pedal push.