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Reviving the Machine

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Walking to the Garage
The air is still and refreshing
The cold metal knob opens a door to a room
A room fill with cold dead machines
Lifeless and still
The smell of dripping fuel bleeds the air
But one shiny white button raises a metal barrier
Rolling out one of those cold motionless machines
I twist the small silver handle, Flip a smooth brass colored lever
To turn on the fuel and choke
One kick
That lifeless two-wheeled hunk of metal sparks to life
Puffing faint white smoke out the exhaust, breathing through the intake
Beginning the Ride





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