Standing back, Kytana tilt her head with a bright, white smile. "Get in there," she called out with a wave of her hand like waving the checkered flag. She then trot over to her own bike and set herself astride once she was sure the door would hang open on its own.
There was a powerful rev as she kicked down on the starter, her rainbow and blonde hair bouncing on her shoulders from the force of her body weight dropping down on the peg. Old fashioned Harley's. They didn't age a day. Classic forever.