-> "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.