North South East West Pick One

I Would Describe Myself As

The sun smiles down as you ride, the wind plays with your hair, caressing it back and forth, more then just rush of the wind would do, the wind says to the sun, "isn't she beautiful" I cannot compete with the sun and the wind but I would like to be there at the end of your ride.

Ride with me and never take the same road twice.

Sign

Libra