Nocna Jazda

The engine rumbles as if it were its own DJ, and the city beneath your feet turns into a glowing track. The night swallows the noise of the streets, leaving only the roar of the engine and the bass that keeps the rhythm better than any playlist. In the mirror, the lights quickly become a thing of the past, and ahead lies the road, like a dream at top speed. Everything around seems to have frozen, but here there is freedom, your own speed, and not a single red light.