They are all unique.
A pit of poetic license from years ago

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This is my Valkyrie. There are many like it, but this one is mine. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me my Valkyrie is useless. Without my Valkyrie, I am useless. I must ride my Valkyrie true. I must accelerate straighter than the cager who is trying to kill me. I must outmanuver him before he squishes me. I will. My Valkyrie and I know that what counts in riding is not the miles we ride, the noise of our pipes, or the smoke we make. We know that it is the adrenaline rush that counts. We will hit it, often.
My Valkyrie is mine, even as I am its, because it is my bike. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories, its carbs and its cylinders. I will keep my Valkyrie clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other.
Before God I swear this creed. My Valkyrie and I are riding in my country. We are the masters of the pavement. We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until I have criss crossed the America and there is no boredom.
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