
           Swinging a leg over the seat, you saddle the beast
             Everything slows down, all noise seems to cease
          Kicking the clutch, hear the monster power-plant roar
     Sling the visor down, you are speed incarnate; you need more.

    Body panels glimmer in the sunlight, across the desert you race
      Why the need for this speed? Moving at twice the devils pace.
 Some question, the same ones who sit home, the ones whom adventure lacks
      Nothing phases you, nothing ever will. You're going to the Max.

 Dreadnought [Assault] '93

