Dusty War Bike

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"Dusty War Bike"

Gunning out of Temecula, this raspy racer cut throught the night. Seen running-wild down California coastlines and breathing into the night air.

Scooped up by a mood and driven down the path - it's a dry run out of the desert, not many people can make it out here ... It's a dusty, war-torn riders convention.

All with a Dusty War Bike..



"Dusty War Bike"

Put on its stand - waiting for Johnny Shotgun Lewis to binge out of the bar. Bathing in the dusty air outside the saloon... the wooden doors would be rickedly torn open by the bodies of men who messed with John.

Burning rubber on another slip from the law - for a man on the other side of the tracks, it's a rare thing to happen on a loyal friend.. Accountability for the escape - nothing but two wheels and a couple of horses under your skin. It's gotta be the open road...

it's gotta be the open road ...



"Dusty War Bike"

Back at the apartment where he could lay low, months drew by ... as escaping became a distant memory, the winds changed - and out of the mountains came memories of the past; drifting on and spun around out of sandstorms. Little things cary life with them
... and nothing ever dies.

Only the evidence of the sun can burn-in records of past events. And it was these exact burnt-in rocks that were left out in the desert . . no reason to ever go back, but there was one thing comforting about the waterless plains.

In the desert you will start anew.


Enjoy。

-Brendan Arthur Ring