Motorcycle Diaries?
Nah, now it’s more motorcycle diarrhea Mobikes to left of us, Mobikes to right of us, Mobikes massed in front of us Volley and thunder. Charge out like bats from hell Boldly they ride in a swell, Into the jaws of pothole Death Ride the three million. – Charge of the Blight Brigade (Sorry, Tennyson)…
