The full moon had set, but even able to regain human form once more, or at least the option of whether to shift or not, Torque was feeling restless. He always did, before and after the full moon especially. For him, restless meant needing to get out. Either by shifting and running, or climbing on his bike and tearing down some road.
Skirting several areas where he knew that police liked to patrol at this time of day, he liked pushing the speed limit to the point of cracking (not breaking, just a few fractures here and there). This time he was without his helmet, just a pair of sunglasses in place to shield his eyes from the late morning sunshine. The weather felt great, although he kept his leather jacket firmly in place for its protective nature. Good thing he liked the heat, it certainly was in his blood.
It was nearly an hour into his pretty aimless riding around, now on the outskirts of the little town, when he spotted the horse and rider beside the road. He might not have slowed down but for the fact that he could see even from far away that she had an attractive figure and a long blonde ponytail. Torque always had a weakness for blondes.
Although, admittedly, he really just had a love of females in general.