They call it a Bengkel around here.
Translates to workshop in English.
Goddamned right it’s a workshop.
A garage. A greasy floored, oil soaked, exhaust pipe reeking, spark plug burning, gasoline run goddamned garage.
Let’s get real, man, a motorcycle garage is where your future can be invented.
God help the soul who has never owned a bike.
A garage is where you go to get your soul fixed. Your tear-assing around town soul. Your devil may care soul.
Your look any man in the eye soul.
Churches may be good for prayer, but a garage is better.
Because a man with a hot bike of his own leaves all humility and common sense behind.
And the noise of the place, man, the noise.
That noise that defines masculinity.
That beautiful noise, made of joy and strife.
It’s the music of life. It’s the song of bikes on their furious flights.
And there is romance in the way that they dance.
Even to the beat of the city lights.
Any fool in the world knows what a motorcycle can do for you.
What it will do to you.
What it will do with you
Live fast, die last?
What in the hell are you waiting for?
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