Design - Varese, Lombardy, Italy
Like the exhaust loud in the nightUntil a thunderbolt sounds its lightStaircase too large to be climbingCome up and down while I'm paintingA flash in my mindCutting off the rindUnder the dirt, deep in my soulSoar in the sky this flying eight bowlTurn right, turn left, U turn, go straightOut of this road open the gateMight be a proud riderDoing the handlebar tighterEnlarge your grin showing the teethSigns of rubber are your bequeathImagine your dream bikeGrown as you likeNow it's true, I create it fo you