Riding the wind

Shooting for the stars, cruise the speed of tigers,
Glowing boys of Parel, bike shining bright,
riding on the wind
Tearing up through life, thousand bumps an hour

Jumping over all in sight, surging rush of power,
Thunderbolt from Bajajs, shattering aloud,
Screaming trucks yell,
bursting through the clouds of dust.

-- Return of the Bombay Boyce by TK Muk Her Gee.