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Our father, who art in leathers, Rossi be thy name. Thy corner come, Thy kneedown done. In smooth tarmac is our heaven. Give us this day our daily ride, and forgive us our wheelies, as we forgive those who wheelie against us. And lead us not into the Police who are evil, but into the temptation of the redline. For thine is the wheelie, the power, and the stoppie, for ever and ever. Amen.  |
