Triumph is a rose never held by the fiddler, the finagler, the hobbyist and the tyre kicker.
It’s a rose that only comes to those who have the grit to bite the goddamn bullet and crack a few teeth –– those courageous enough to stick their necks out and commit years (and in some cases light years) to what they were put on this Earth to do.
Triumph is a rose felt and seen by a brave few –– a handful of renegades willing to risk their lives, their money, their reputations, their happiness to cross the chasm –– it has no patience for the jack of all trades (master of none).
It wants one thing and one thing only:
By Cole Schafer.
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