Born to Run

In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream,
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines.
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel-injected and stepping out over the line,
Oh, baby this town rips the bones from your back;
It’s a death trap, it’s a suicide rap,
We gotta get out while we’re young,
`Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

-"Born to Run", Bruce Springsteen

I hadn't thought much about it before, but if there was ever a song for Scott and Barda, this would be it.

And ain't nobody gonna tell Barda Free what helmet to wear on a motorcycle, either. >3