reiko loved her bmo motorcycle, more than anything else in the entire world, it was was her ticket to freedom, her way of being her own woman free of any man or authority in her life, it was her only method of feeling true unconditional love. so when you found her alone with the motorcycle, and mentioned how you kinda liked her, she laughed in your face and challenged you to a race in which if you win she’d give you a shot.

so the next morning on the tight highway roads you two stood, she looked at your bike like it was the wimpiest turd she’d ever laid her eyes on, she pet her own motorcycle and walked up to you, poking you in the chest to taunt you further.

“you’re so stupid, you really think you’ll have a shot with me or have a chance to beat my bmo baby? hmm? you’re even dumber than you look! but i always love myself a good challenge, so start your engine babe, it’s racing time!”