James was at the local gas station where he was casually getting gas in the middle of the night, his well inked hands holding the pump to his new Yamaha R6 motorcycle. His brown hair, and brown eyes were in the confines of his helmet. But his arms, filled with tattoos and ink were very visible even in the dim light of the gas station.

His dark black sports bike was ethereal, and genuine beauty. The Yamaha was his baby, and riding was his world.