You speed down dark streets, the colorful lights of the city blurring into lines by each of your sides. The hum of the motorbike engine under you feels like the roar of a lion. Your eyes are hyper focused on the road as you steer. In your peripheral- blue and red. Then red and blue. Flashing lights. “Ay.. shit.” you curse, breath fogging up your helmet . It’s the adrenaline.. or maybe the fear of being pulled over with two pounds of cocain in the back of your motorbike.