WE ARE HUNDRED

THERE IS ALWAYS A STORY. THIS ONE IS ABOUT KEEPING IT HUNDRED. CRUISING DOWN CONCRETE, TURNING GAS INTO THUNDER. FROM STRANGERS TO FRIENDS, THAT GREW INTO BROTHERS.

THE GASOLINE IN OUR BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER. STARTING A FIRE FROM WITHIN ONCE WE FEEL THAT FORCE. FEAR IS NOW A MINDSET THAT NO LONGER SERVES US. SO WE TAKE OUR CHANCES AND BRAKE LAST SECOND. REVEALING A SMELL OF BURNING RUBBER. LEAVING MARKS ON ROADS LIKE MEMORIES ON SOULS. WE ARE ALIVE.

AMERICAN MOTORCYCLES IS THE ONLY LANGUAGE WE SPEAK. LOUD AND CLEAR, LIKE THE PIPES UNDERNEATH. NO OFFENSE AND NONE TAKEN. WE HAVE ARRIVED, NOW LET IT BE KNOWN. WE ARE YOUNG. WE ARE HUNGRY. WE ARE NOT BACKING DOWN. FOR US, LIVING WITHOUT RIDING, IS LIKE SHOOTING WITHOUT AIMING.

ARMED WITH NOTHING BUT LOVE, WE ARE NO MC. ONLY LIKEMINDED SOULS WITH GOALS TO REACH.

WITH FORTY-FIVE ENGINES STRONG, THE LIST IS CLOSED. BUT THE ROADS ARE OURS, AS MUCH AS THEY ARE YOURS.

BROTHERS, LIFE STARTS NOW.