Chuuya X Motorcycle の小説・ストーリー

Chiara smiled as she felt the wind blow against her. She weaved through the traffic on her Ducati panigale V4, she had gotten it two years ago and she enjoyed riding it whenever she could. The vibration of the bike against her body, the bike rising high and going low in few seconds when speeding down a slope, made her feel alive. It was too open and it made her an easy target, so it was not safe for her line of work, hence she seldomly rode it.

Ry shrugged, and he wasn't even giving Judah his full attention. "I was hoping to get a sleeve done someday. But it's probably not gonna be for a while. I'm putting all my money on my bike right now," Judah was still enthusiastic in his replies. "You ride?" Ryder's eyes lit up all of a sudden. Oh, right. Ryder was also into bikes. For the first time this entire dinner, Ryder actually looked enthused. "Yeah, a 1993 Ducati Monster. I parked it outside," "Oh, dude, that's a classic," his voice warmed up.

Tsarayu brought the topic back as he asked. "If you walk, it will take over twenty days, but with Elphia horses, you will reach there in just two days," Xu replied before Tensha could. "I haven't met you before. Who might you be?" Tsarayu asked with curiosity. "I haven't had the fortune to meet great master Chen before. My name is Xu. I am the deputy chief of this tribe." Xu said with a smile. "Oh, I have heard about your great reputation before! The deputy leader of the Elphia tribe and the second strongest person in the whole tribe. It is nice to finally meet you." Tsarayu said, smiling.

I explain. The loud roar of a motorcycle engine catches my attention, and I look towards the source of the noise. It’s a guy driving through a few cars with a motorcycle clearly different from mine. He has a helmet on, and his face is hidden. His motorcycle is nice and seems expensive, but mine is one of a kind, and very elite. There are only sixteen models made. “Damn.” I say as I switch the phone to my other ear. “What?” He asks. “My motorcycle, my precious baby.” I whine, causing Chad to laugh.

, Rex said snidely, what was his problem with me now. "Shut it up Rex, you're just jealous that Nox and Vixen did better than you and Yuri.", Mariana replied back at him, crossing her hands on her chest. "At least we're not using some illegal thing unlike these idiots.", Yuri shouted back at us and I told Mariana to just shake it off and tell her and everyone to celebrate all of our test today in Crystal Zilch which is a popular bar in our region. They cheered at me and with that we left our school stationary building, I went into my new Tron Bike XR2 which is the super speed motorcycle. Grabbing the glasses thing and wear it, it detects my iris and automatically extended to be a helmet. I t

He seemed to think they weren't worth the risk. Jay was already on his chopper when I emerged from the bar-come-restaurant, the matt black machine having been built by his own hands. He was extremely proud of it, as he should be. The thing was a beast! My Yamaha, on the other hand, was sleek and smooth and silver. I had threatened to paint it pink in one of my girlie phases, but Jay had pitched such a fit that I quickly abandoned the idea.

She only heard about tomahawk steak, wondering what the guy beside Jared said. Jared squinted his eyes and was too lazy to answer her question. He did not get proper sleep for the past few days and felt grumpy. Dodge Tomahawk was the most extreme motorcycle produced by the Truman family in Mecrounia. The vehicle could reach a maximum speed of over 600 km/h, which was considered the limit for all motorcycles and land-based vehicles.

It would take Laura several days to get back to him and Tynan used that time to do his stealthy research on her background and past using the information he learned about her. The first thing Tynan learnt about was the type of bike Felix was. A Honda Rally was a dual-sport motorbike that could be used legally on the streets and off-road. It could also be used to enter some motorcycle races. Laura was right about it being on the smaller side but when Tynan took his time to dig into the technical details of this bike, he understood why Laura loved it so much. In fact, the bike resembled the owner. For something so small, it was very powerful and it reminded him about the little spitfire inside

she prodded, her voice as chilly as a winter in Aspen. “From a Mrs. Giorgia Bianco.” Once the name dropped, all hell broke loose. Slapping the clipboard way, Sasha marched outside into the circular driveway and found a shiny black Ducati limited edition vintage motorcycle parked right next to the fountain. The scream that erupted from her lips almost pierced everyone’s eardrums and made all the nearby birds fly away.

It’s a corrugated tin shack, leaning precariously against a retaining wall. I rip the door open. Inside, sitting under a tarp, is a motorcycle. It’s not a chopper. It’s a sleek, matte-black sport bike. A Ducati. Fast. Agile. A Reaper's bike. I shove the documents inside my leather jacket—the one Drakon gave me back at the motel, which I miraculously still have—zipping it up to my chin. I jam the key into the ignition. It turns. The dashboard lights up. I hit the starter.