Astride my gleaming Ninja I ride the streets of my city. I am fast and agile, sleek and strong – the biker queen of my domain. From my tinted visor to my black leather boots – I look the part. When off my bike I never walk, I always strut.
I was out riding for the sheer joy of seeing the pavement rolling past my front wheel and the thrill of instant acceleration available with the merest flick of my wrist. Sitting patiently at a notoriously long red light I glanced over to the car pulling up on my right side. The window slid smoothly down to reveal the smiling face of my friend J. A rider herself, J inspired me to follow my long buried dream of getting a motorbike.
And, although she had already seen my beloved ride, this was the first time she'd seen me all decked out and astride Ninjet. In accordance with my cool status, I casually raised my visor and smiled back. And J, my beloved mentor, made an ego shattering observance...”You look so cute!”.
The light turned green and with a pathetic little whimper I put-putted away.
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