Hey there~!
I’m an asian-american from a quiet little town in the states, but who goes “home” to a large, bustling capital city in Asia every so often. While abroad, I love to immerse myself in their local motorcycle and legal street-racing scene. There’s one long stretch of highway in particular leading away from the city into the countryside that became a haven for hot rods and thrill seekers such as myself.
It was around 10PM on a Tuesday night, and my cousins (all older boys) dragged me out for a night on the town with them. I’m the youngest in the family, and the only girl. Growing up, I had more typically masculine interests, and I was just now finding out how much that turned on men.
I started riding motorcycles when I started high school, so by this time, I’d been riding for around four years. While I wasn’t able to bring my bike with me overseas, one of my cousins had a nice semi-automatic underbone that was pretty comfortable.
*”Ey, look. It’s the fresh grad!”* I heard someone call out. My cheeks pinked.