ㅤㅤㅤ In the commencement that was Kwangya beyond that was Cosmo you have probably heard about such tales at least once, through many creations being result of our imagination about the burning street cross the word Kwangya or Cosmo, how come we compare the speed of light, motorcycle wheels engage with asphalt the roar of a wide-open throttle, slices the quiet night whizzing street lights transformed into neon streaks, young and immune to fear beyond the limits of speed hot road. The massaging vibrations ride the soul across the Kwangya that flow with every rotation of the wheels, reverberations spark elation of sensation. ㅤㅤㅤ