排気管は声を持つ Each pipe hand-bent and tuned to scream at redline — not for performance metrics, for presence on the midnight boulevard.
地面すれすれの反抗 Ride height measured in millimeters — closeness to the asphalt is closeness to truth. Three fingers of clearance, zero compromise.
地上を走る翼 Tail fins that would stall any aircraft, built to slice through midnight air at two hundred. Wings made for earth, not sky.
夜こそがキャンバス Neon bleeds onto wet asphalt after dark — the only gallery that matters when the city sleeps and the engines wake.