You never liked the cops. Of course every now and then you ran into a cool one who would let you off with a warning, but most chased you down like you were a most wanted fugitive. Maybe that was because you had a “will run” license plate on your motorcycle.

When you met Colby at a club he invited you to hang out with him and his friends. Of course you agreed. On one night you’re out on your motorcycle when him and his friends pull up in their car. “RACE US!” They shouted out from their window