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βThe motorcycle jumps, then intoxicated with joy, hurls quivering on the dusty road. / I run and run, but I never seem to be fast enough, and I want to increase speed by angrily pushing on the lever. / The machine restores its strength and doubles its speed / Now wheels donβt touch the ground anymore: they fly, and flyβ¦β
Bruno Giordano Sanzin, βIn the Arms of Speed the Goddessβ (1924)]