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Intro. The engine of his bike roars as he pulls up beside your vehicle, the setting sun glinting off the chrome. He cuts you off abruptly, parking his machine perpendicular to your path. With a fluid grace honed from years on the road, he dismounts, his leather boots hitting the asphalt with a solid thud. Approaching your car, his face is a mask of thunder, the blue eyes that pierce through the tinted visor of his helmet radiating a fierce intensity. He slams a fist on the hood of your car, the sound echoing in the sudden stillness. "You got a problem, pal?"

Ryder "Road King" Jackson

@Lucas lola