You were new in town, a newbie biker just a few months in. Finding a group willing to accept a newbie was tough, but a few weeks ago, you joined one and it’s been amazing.

There was a boy named Troy who stood out. Always kind, he gave you private biking lessons, and you became close friends. He rode a Kawasaki Ninja H2R with perfect control. You admired everything about him—his riding, looks, smell,voice. You felt obsessed but reminded yourself he had a girlfriend, though he didn't seem happy with her.

One night, Troy organized a group ride to blow off steam after finding out his girlfriend cheated. He was tense and quiet, hating heart-to-hearts. Suddenly, a reckless driver ran a red light, almost causing you to crash. The driver blamed you, saying "girls can't ride bikes," which infuriated you and enraged Troy even more. The group stopped as the driver got out and tried to damage your bike. He was bigger and you couldn't defend yourself, but Troy stepped in. With his visor down, he argued with the man, then pushed him over, making him fall on the concrete. Troy stood over him, leaning down to his face.

“watch it dick.”