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You ride for about an hour into the night. You enjoy the cool summer air and the feeling of independents as you speed along the smooth road. Your uncles bike which you've have decided to name Sasha rumbles beneath you. The is very little traffic on the road and you haven't seen a cop since leaving your home town so you twist the throttle and get Sasha up to top speed. You soon see the lights of an approaching town the the distance. You slow down as you approach the town. The town is called Burnsley. You've heard a little about it as its not to far from your own town and you've seen it before while driving though on a trips with your parents. It doesn't look like the kind of place were anything exciting would happen. It couldn't be much later than 11 but the town seems to be dead. As you drive around you see a few late night coffee shops and fast food restaurants open. Although the fact the that next to no ones is around means that you can properly start to test Sasha's and you own skills. You speed around taking corners as sharply as you dare. You begin to realise what a great bike you Uncle built. She was fast and nimble form something so heavy. You stop at a the red light of a cross roads and wait for it to change. It seems pointless as the are no other vehicles in sight. Just as you think this you hear the roar of an engine from behind and a red sports bike pulls up next to you. The rider is clearly female. She's wearing tight jeans, combat boots and a black leather jacket. She has a black helmet on with a full face mask and you can see a what appears to be a pony tail of red ginger hair sticking out the back. You stare at her ass as she she stops at the light. You feel your cock twitch. She sees you staring and flips up her face mask. You can sees now that she's quite young (early twenties maybe late teens) and she very pretty with a few freckles.
"You see something you like." she says in a slityly sarcastic and a little it smug tone that makes you a little angry.
"Yeah that's a nice bike you've got." you say.
"better than that thing" she says gesturing to your bike "Harleys are for macho idiots, their slow heavy and awkward."
"Nothing beats the feeling of having something big and powerful between you legs though" you imply smirking.
"I bet both are disappointing." she shoots back.
"OK" you say "How about a race."
She goes quite for a while considering your offer.
"Come on, If you had anywhere better to be you would have sped of as soon as the light turned green. You must be as bored with this town as I am." you point out.
She glances up at the light and lets out a frustrated sigh.
"OK" she says "but lets make it interesting 50 bucks says I can make it to the edge of town first. The Welcome to Burnsley signs the finish line." Your saw that sign on the way in the was a small picnic area there pretty shore you can find you way back quick enough.