As she rode her black Honda Valkyrie on the lonely highway, she could not help but notice the distinct roar of a Harley Street 750 behind her. She would have turned around if she could but she had to keep her eyes on the road. She slowed down and allowed for the Harley to catch up with her…and it did. The rider, a masculine tattooed man rode alongside her Honda, his eyes on her for a long minute before he finally smiled and rode ahead. Alexa smiled to herself and went on riding, feeling the cold wind against her wrist where her jacket and gloves parted. It was not long before she heard the familiar roar again. She smiled to herself when she saw the Harley in view. Suddenly, she did not feel so tired anymore. “Playing games, aren’t we?” she thought as she rode past the powerful machine only to have it ride up to where she was again, and ride along her own bike. This time she turned and looked at the masculine rider and smiled. “Perfection,” she thought before she revved up and rode past him.
