-> "Luke Rides With The Wind"
 -> by Kreid
 -> Taken from HOE #1000 (1/9/00)

        Yeah, I rode that motorcycle.  It was my soul, that bike was.  I
 lived for that motorcycle, and the feeling it gave me as the desert wind
 blew threw my hair.  I was a motorcycle enthusiast... a BIKER.

        I rode with the wind!

        Name's Luke, by the way.  Luke Cool.  That's my name, yeah, that's
 what they call me.  Know why?

        Because I keep it cool.  Always cool, with the wind in my hair and
 the road under my wheels, and my ass-lips gripping the sides of that
 sweat-slicked motorcycle seat.  I was a rider, a rider with no pants and
 no fear in this world.

        Yeah, I rumbled a few times.  I rode with gangs.  I kicked some ass,
 but that's not me.  I'm Luke Cool, I keep it cool.  That's why they call
 me Luke Cool.

        But, my friend, I can tell you no more about the ways of Luke Cool.
 The wind is calling, and I must ride, ride away.

        Ride on... ride with the wind...

        ride.