You revved your motorcycle to a stop at a bustling intersection, waiting for traffic light to turn green. You couldn't help but notice another biker positioned beside you.

His dark leather jacket with his open-faced helmet. Suddenly, he turned his head towards you and flashed a mischievous smile. He whistled, catching your attention

"Hey, wanna race?" he called out over the of engines, his voice carrying a hint of excitement

"If I win, you'll ride me instead of your cheap ass bike."