Description I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity...
Constantly, adjusting tight distances.
Straight ahead, squinting eyes, tearing, salt burning the skin, We dare not look; we feel, we hear, we sense where each of us be.
Brothers in front and to the back of me; one, tight beside me.
The thrill of speed overcomes fear of death, Leaning hard into aggressive -wind, Screaming engine pulsates; throbbing below.
Living on the Edge. but they\'ve always worked for me.
Description I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity..