Fast Rider

A warrior in a motobike with turbo boost will be a ghost rider that ignite every place he crosses.
Like the river whose waters in its course everything destroy everyone will talk about him, no one will remember those opressing margins.
And the rider will melt souls and minds until the last second of the short run he has, spreading his own ashes to the wind and living nothing more then a memory.
There is no dam to hold him, no water to calm his fire, no hand to caress his soul