My one is also strange
This is a bastardisation of the riflemans creed. I used this as a prelude to a Victoria High country RR I did a year or two ago.
This is my v strom. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My v strom is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I master my life. My v strom, without me, is useless. Without my v strom, I am useless. I must ride my v strom true. I must ride straighter than any enemy who is trying to beat me. I must roost him before he roosts me. I will... My v strom and myself know that what counts in this ride is not the talk round the fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hills that count. We will rip...
My v strom is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weakness, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its frame and motor. I will keep my v strom clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will.... Before God I swear this creed. My v strom and myself are the masters of my country’s tracks and trails. We are the masters of any insability. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until victory is ours, and there is no enemy, but Peace