Thief With A Bike ~ Krii7y

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"That's what she said." John piped up to get his joke in before Smit said something else.

"I'll be saying that to you if you don't move your ass and get going." Smii7y shot back.

"Woah Smit, that was uncalled for." John chuckled.

"Uncalled for my ass, I'll fucking killswitch you." Smii7y replied quite sharply, but in a joking matter.

"Oh shit, does this thing start good?" John looked at the 950S again, second guessing.

"Starts fine, you saw me start it, NOW LETS GO."

"Jesus." John said as he hopped on the bike, rolling it into first gear after kicking up the stand. Smit was already out the door and was staring at him from afar, it was only then that John noticed the bike had LEDs that matched Smit's outfit.

The H2R itself was really nice, the frame was still green, but the rest was all powdered sparkling black, or it was the same color as the carbon. It had clearly been upgraded because it was stretched, obviously for use in drag racing. That or Smit thought it looked cool, in which he was absolutely correct. It's also super mean sounding, the usual H2R sound being deepened by... something added somewhere.

John didn't even know if Smii7y planned on racing, but he looked like he did.

By the time John stopped looking at the bike, they were taking an exit to somewhere John didn't remember. Turns out Ducati's run incredibly hot, and John was feeling it.

They took a few turns, and ended up in a parking lot.. somewhere... John was completely lost. When Smii7y finished his parking job, and turned his bikes loud rumble off, John was entranced by the amount of exotic cars hanging around. His favourite being a midnight blue, full carbon, McLaren Senna.

"Smii7y!" Oh great, another one of Smit's friends. John would hope this encounter wouldn't end up the same as last time.

Two bikers approached them, one wearing full black, but he wasn't the same height as Puffer, so John figured it was someone new. Actually, this biker was a little taller than Puffer. The other was taller yet, and built more muscular then the one before. He was wearing more white and brown than the shorter one, and his helmet was carbon fibre.

"Wassup Matt." Smii7y said, tilting his tinted visor towards the two. The moonlight made his visor really gleam, and the LEDs surrounding it made it even shinier.

"You racing Smit? You spent like 160k on that bike, and it's never seen the track!" Matt, the taller one pointed out, grabbing Smit's hand in a firm handshake.

"Nah, you think I'd get her dirty?" Smii7y replied with a chuckle.

"Your just a wuss." The shorter one, who John didn't know the name of yet, stated.

"That's also true, Eli." Smii7y nodded.

"You shoulda parked near us, I want that bike near ours so we get more attention!" Matt pointed towards the beautiful H2R.

"Matt you're literally racing a stretched ZX10R. Do you not get enough attention?"

"No I crashed that one, It's a 2022 H2 that's stretched now." 

"Where do you get all that money?" Eli piped in.

"Tax evasion." 

"Average Matt activities." 

Were all of Smit's friends like this? It was pretty funny though, he would admit.

"Who's this loser." Oh, okay Matt, we're starting off like this?

"That's Kryoz." Smii7y pointed his thumb to me.

"Wanna race?" Eli's visor turned towards him.

"He has my bike." Smii7y responded for him.

"I kinda want to try it.." John said kind of sheepishly, he didn't know if Smit would ever allow that on his bike.

"That 10r Of Eli's would smoke that 950." Matt said like a smartass.

"First of all its a 950 s, and who said he would be racing that?" Welp, there goes his attempt at racing. John would never take his 636 on the track.

"If Kryoz was going to be racing anything, it'd be that." Smit pointed towards the H2R.

"WHAT." Matt seemed flabbergasted. "Oh so he can ride that, but I can't?" 

"You'd be a fool to think I'd ever let you touch her, Matt."

"Fair enough."

John looked towards the H2R. If he was being honest, the bike scared the shit out of him. H2Rs could reach around 240 mph, and Smit's bike the way it is, with as light of a rider as he is, could probably reach closer to 300. That's 483 kmh. Scary shit.

"Is that Twin-charged Smit?" Eli asked, looking towards the fabulous discussion topic.

"Can you Twin-Charge H2Rs?" Smit looked towards Eli, A new idea forming in his mind.

"Just add a Turbo to the stock Super, and boom, Twin-charged... that is if the engine can take it." Eli shrugged.

Great, their making it even faster. How Smit didn't get arrested from riding a NON STREET LEGAL BIKE here will be a mystery, and their making it faster?

"I still have that Twin H2, so this thing could easily top it." Smit looked to John.

"Doesn't that H2 have slicks? It'd be a shame if you rode it, and crashed it on the way here." Eli questioned Smit.

"I can haul bikes you know, there's no way I'm riding it here." Smit started his way walking towards what John assumes is where the track is. As he followed behind, even through his helmet, he was hit with the smell of burning rubber and exhaust. 

John loved it.