May the sun rise in front of me,
the rain fall behind me,
and the wind follow me.
May the spirits of those that rode before me guard my travels,
for they know the road ahead of me.
Keep me safe through rolling hills and twisting turns.
Let the eagle guide me to the mountain tops.
Let the moon and stars guide me through the night.
Though I ride through the shadow of the Valley of Death,
I fear nothing.
For my heart is pure,
my conscience is clean,
and I am a biker.