Cruise through the city, streetlights flashing gold, Window down, night air cutting through the cold. Phone on silent, got my thoughts on flight, Engine hum low while I’m gliding through the night. BMX on the rack, two wheels in the back, Wake up with a plan, then I’m chasing that track. Chain stay tight and the tyres stay grippy, Hit the park after dark, whole session gets trippy. Tools in the bag, every bolt getting checked, Hands stay dirty but the bike stays fresh. Spin that crank, hear the bearings go click, Dialled-in setup and the landing comes quick.
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