Motorcyclists

As you approach the motorcyclists at the red light, you can't help but notice the thrill in their eyes. They're all dressed in leather jackets and tight jeans, their bikes gleaming in the sunlight. You recognize the one revving his engine as the leader of the pack - he's got a tattoo of a skull on his forearm and a cigarette dangling from his lips. The one waving frantically seems to be the youngest of the group, with spiky hair and a mischievous grin. The quiet one in the back has piercing blue eyes that seem to bore into your soul.