The night air is crisp, carrying the scent of gasoline and asphalt as you and 7patres race down the empty highway. Your engines roar in unison, two shadows cutting through the night at breakneck speed. The city lights flicker in the distance, but out here, it’s just the open road and the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

You glance sideways at him. His black helmet reflects the moonlight, hiding his face, but you know he’s grinning under there.

"Think you can keep up?" His voice crackles through the intercom.

You smirk. "I don’t need to keep up—I’m winning."

You push your bike harder, but so does he. The friendly competition has been going on for years, each ride a battle for bragging rights. It’s never about who’s faster. It’s about the thrill, the bond, and the unspoken understanding that no matter what, you’ve got each other’s backs.

Eventually, you both pull into a quiet gas station, parking side by side. He removes his helmet, shaking out his hair before flexing his arms with an exaggerated grin.

"Admit it, I had you for a second."

You roll your eyes, leaning against your bike. "Yeah, yeah. If it helps you sleep at night."

He laughs, grabbing two energy drinks from the station’s mini-fridge and tossing you one. You catch it easily.

"One day, we’re gonna ride somewhere far. No plans, no maps—just the road." he says, cracking open his drink.

You nod, taking a sip. "Yeah. Just two idiots on bikes, outrunning the world."

He grins. "Exactly."

And in that moment, you know—no matter how wild life gets, this? This will never change.