The rider blasted down the pavement and soon long flowing hills and pasture land gave way to street lamps and the signs of civilization. Coming to a stop he clicked the shift once more, his stead idled angrily, at the red light he had to stop for. A rice burner cage pulled up beside, sitting in the passenger seat was a young nymph no more than 20...she smiled slyly up at the rider, her man safely seated on the opposite side of the cage blissfully unawares of the exchange between his girl and the biker. His ear pressed firmly to his cell, while tunes of an unknown origin pumped out of speakers from inside the cage. The nymph glanced around, at her beau still ignorant to her presense, she turned her body slightly and reached down pulling at her knit top...a round pert breast flopped out, and the biker looked down at smiled broadly. The light turned green the biker slammed his foot down on the shift, releasing the clutch and twisting the throttle hard the machine roared and screeched across the intersection leaving the nymph, and her beau and cage in his wake. He roared off into the night, lit by street lamps and dew wet road. Turning to his left he proceeded down the main street. The sidewalks still packed with the denizens of the night. The traffic in this part of town was usually heavier, and his machine growled low as the rider slowed to a crawl behind the cagers. Scantily dressed ladies paraded the sidewalks with young men clamouring all over them, this brought another smile to the bikers face. A line of rice burners were parked side by side rear to kerb....making up some 25 or so the riders of these all standing in a cluster of multi coloured leather all shiny and new. Hearing the low dull moan of the bikers machine they turned as one and stared, as he rolled on by. He didn't look their way, he didn't have too. He turned right and down a side street the traffic was thinner down this avenue...all tree lined and street lamps illuminated through the leaves...a presence behind caught his attention....checking his mirror a red flashing light illuminated the windscreen of a cruiser...the bike rolled to a stop...and clicked the shift. His foot touched the ground. The ignition clicked off. So it begins again, he thought to himself....