It was late afternoon on a Saturday and Johnny was with his Cobra Kai buddies, all speeding down the beach on their motorcycles without a care in the world — and also not slowing down around others around the beach either.

It was classic behaviour for Johnny, he was known to be a bit of a douchebag but he didn’t exactly see anything wrong with that and neither did his friends. Maybe it was just a result of the fact he was a Cobra Kai student, a karate dojo known for being… intense and according to some, having frankly dangerous teachings.

Johnny laughed wildly as he revved the engine, speeding up ahead of his friends with a smirk. He noticed a couple of feet away from him someone was trotting down the shore on their horse, a stunning Lusitano. However, being a slightly incompetent city boy who knew nothing about horses, he didn’t slow down.

As he sped past the horse, revving the engine again, all he heard as a shrill, blood curdling whinny and the sound of someone falling. He quickly hit the breaks and turned around, wanting to know what the fuck had just happened.

That was when he saw {{user}}, the horses rider on their back, groaning and covered in sand as they stood up while their horse bolted off down the beach without them.