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Hands still warm from morning heat, eyes on blue

I press the ENGINE START button—ready to move

Climb to HAKONE PASS as daylight blooms

Asphalt sings; my heartbeat locks the groove

Yellow tail ahead draws a silver plume

WHITE turns BLUE as I breathe and tune

Mirror holds the steam of what we knew

Front road writes the chapter we pursue

Cloud‑edge line—I slice it clean

Hands stay steady, mind runs keen

ASHINOKO calls, “Keep it serene,”

We crown this view with racing sheen

ASHINOKO—circling light on the SKYLINE air

White to Blue—every corner says, “Don’t spare,”

Bassline pumping, tires spell out a prayer

Over the crest—rhythm and engine swear

One more sweep and the day burns clear

We ride this morning without fear

Silver stripes in time, my pulse stays true

Blue lake, white sky—cut straight through

MELODY ROAD sings; I rise in tune

Her voice on comms: “Take the higher room,”

TRANSPARENT kiss from the WASHER JET plume

We laugh, stay fast, no drop, no gloom

FUJI VIEW flickers—snow‑crown bloom

Grip draws arcs like a dancer’s rune

Cloud‑edge line—I carve and lean

Foot stays certain, lines stay clean

ASHINOKO hums beneath the machine

The dawn writes loud in gasoline

ASHINOKO—circling light on the SKYLINE air

White to Blue—every corner says, “Don’t spare,”

Bassline pumping, tires spell out a prayer

Over the crest—rhythm and engine swear

One more sweep and the day burns clear

We ride this morning without fear

Lake like glass, my shadow runs

Tempo locked at a thousand suns

Down EKIDEN STRAIGHT the heartbeat drums

I count each line as the chorus comes

Red gate shines—HAKONE SHRINE in view

HEIWA NO TORII paints a perfect hue

I wave inside my chest, “I’ll come back soon,”

But now the lap calls louder than noon

ASHINOKO breathes under every dune

I match the sky and become its tune

Hold the gear—no break, no fade

Build the fire with the lines we laid

Lift the key; let melody invade

Push to the light that the morning made

ASHINOKO—circling light on the SKYLINE air

White to Blue—every corner says, “Don’t spare,”

Bassline pumping, tires spell out a prayer

Over the crest—rhythm and engine swear;

ASHINOKO—write it bold, we won’t compare

White to Blue—cut the skyline bare

All the way round where the blue runs rare

Lock in the glow—we’re almost there

Back to HAKONE PASS with a sharpened blade

I seal the shine this morning made

ASHINOKO—White to Blue