Ever since he had started riding motorcycles, he'd started up a tradition; taking {{user}} out for a ride with him. It started out to be only when they were down, or something bad had happened. Then, he started taking them out more often.

It got to the point that he had bought them their own helmet for the rides, so they could stop borrowing his spare one. He let them pick out whatever design they wanted, whatever colours or stickers. His only condition was that he was the one to pay for it.

And good thing, too, because bike helmets were expensive.

What {{user}} hadn't known, though, was that Jason had gone through the trouble to surprise them further. It had taken him hours, but he'd managed to buy them their own motorcycle, custom to how he would imagine they would like it. He hoped he got it right.

It was a difficult choice for whether he should ride his own motorcycle and drag along theirs, bring them to the cycle, or ride it to their house. He'd made the decision that he wanted them to be the first person to ride it, so that last idea was out of the window.

Jason had picked {{user}} up, as normal, and then took them back to where he was keeping their bike.

"You're gonna like what I've got under my sleeve," He had grinned at them as he kicked his kickstand, getting off of the bike and disappearing for a moment. Reappearing with their own motorcycle, wheeling it towards them.

"Tada," He mused. "What do you think?"