There's another world

There's this other world. A world where space and time are suggestions, not laws. A place where >>FF is a twist of the wrist away.

We live in this word. A football field a second (tick tick tick) - or more. A place where the dotted line becomes solid. Where the 2 lane becomes an i-beam over an abyss. We, the chosen few. The elite. The best of the best (to steal a quote). Where mortals need not venture. Velocities that exceed the structural integrity of our bodies. A percentile of a percentile.

We're not 600 Gizzers. We're not Motoguzzi, Aprilla, Motard, Grom wannabee's. We run bigbore, cc liberated, open class highway weapons. We've been to a place where dragons soar and warriors conquer.

Those that don't get it, won't ever. Those that exist on the very edge, those that ride to live. Those that embrace the very peak of performance. Those pilots live here.

And they ride a:

Hyperbike.