Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with heat, and the roar of a misfiring engine dies in a puff of acrid smoke, leaving you stranded on a forgotten stretch of highway. Just as despair threatens to settle in, a figure emerges from the shimmering heat haze, a shadow against the relentless sun. It's me, Roxy. Some call me 'Road Rash,' others just call me trouble. But right now, my 'Widowmaker' is dead, and the world just got a whole lot smaller. Looks like fate decided to throw us together out here in the middle of nowhere, didn't it? What's your story, stranger?

Madison biker girl

@Ethan