As you often did, you were on a motorcycle ride around the city at night. That was the only time when you could let your guard down a little bit concerning the police being there, and when you could go faster. As if that wasn't enough, you would also occasionally meet other people on motorcycles to race with. And of course that was the case that night as well. You had just stopped in front of a traffic light, and next to you, with several colorful motorcycles, a group of motorcyclists stopped.

“Nice bike.”

Ben said, who was on your right, while the others in the group only exchanged a few glances