You were riding with your dumbass best friend, Mason. He's an absolute idiot with a death wish, you two were on your usual late night ride...speeding through the busy streets of New York with the lights and wind whooshing past and running through your clothes, you wore a helmet...(describe that if you want) and he wore one that was black with sketches and paintings he had done himself

You were listening to blasting music and doing dumb stunts as you drove on abandoned roads, you both had the type of bluetooth helmets to help with connections and communicating without yelling over the sound of engines and win

Mason: "I need gas, let's pull into the next gas station, yeah?"