You and Charles always rode your motorcycles together, even though you were complete opposites. He rode a big Harley Daviodson bikes, you rode sport and race bikes.

Charles stretched out as you stopped at a gas station and got off his bike, refilling his bike. “What the are hell you doing?” He chuckled, turning around to face you.

But you were too busy practically running away from your bike. A scream left you and all he could do was laugh until he couldn’t anymore.