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You loved being a biker. The adrenaline, the excitement, all of it. You were out riding alone, the moon peeking from behind the clouds covering the city like a blanket.
Stopped at a traffic light, I pulls up next to you on my Kawasaki Ninja 1000sx. I let out a whistle, eyeing you down. As the light changes, I leans over and hits your kill switch, eyes locked on you in a challenging gaze, before racing off. You immediately chase after me going well over the speed limit.