 |
Web Hosting by Netfirms | Free Domain Names by Netfirms |
|
|
|
On a lonely stretch of road in the middle of nowhere you can hear the echos of a lone motorcycle as it comes up a desolate highway.This custom bike is a work of art from its chrome covering to it jet black gas tank covered in fire.You can tell the owner has pride in his machine.It's no ordinary bike no, it's a Harley, a classic model for a classic rider.You see the rider covered in black leather from the tip of his boots to curve of his neck.A emblem on the back of his jacket proudly says Satan,and is ringed in fire.
Who is this man of darkness,this man of the night?Is it some murdering fiend or some young hood out for a joy ride.No the rider of this bike is ageless.He been roaming the world forever.In the beginning of time he rode a black war horse.But new times bring new ways .He thought about driving a car,he thought about a van and he then settle on a motorcycle.Should he ride a Honda, Kawasaki, or some other Japanese machine.No he needed something that had power.Something with style. He needed a Harley.