It was a beautifully crisp autumn day. The cloudless sky was a deep royal blue, and the sun's golden rays shone down on the desert of New Mexico. Al and Tina sped along the desert highway on Al's Suzuki Katana. He had bought the silver motorcycle to impress Tina, but he'd had no idea she'd like it this much. The day that Al had shown Tina his new motorcycle, he had taken her to the bike shop to pick out protective gear. Tina had chosen a pink and white one-piece leather suit that, when she put it on, made Al wonder if she had to be poured into it. It hugged every curve of her body, and Al loved seeing her wear it. She had also picked out a pink helmet to match. Al was wearing the protective pants and black helmet he had bought the same day, as well as his favorite jacket. The black leather jacket still had Leon Stiles' bullet hole in it. Al winced at the memory of the pain from that night. Even though he had been wearing a bullet proof vest when Stiles had shot him, the impact of the bullet had left quite a bruise on his chest. He had considered taking his jacket to a leather shop to have it repaired, but he had decided against it, as the bullet hole was a constant reminder of his friendship with Sam. Besides, it made for a great conversation piece.
They came to a small town, which was not much more than a widening of the road, with one traffic light at the crossroad. Al slowed to stop at the light, and as he did so, the orange Mustang that had been behind them pulled into the left lane, and stopped at the light. The kid behind the wheel couldn't have been older than seventeen. He looked over at Al and revved the Mustang's engine a couple of times, producing a deep throaty growl. Al looked over at the kid and smirked, an expression that the kid couldn't see behind the silver visor on Al's helmet. Al dropped his head in a half nod to the kid's implied question, revving the engine of the Katana in return. The bike's growl was not as resonant as the Mustang's, but Al was happy with the sound of the custom pipes he had installed. He then called over his shoulder to Tina, "Hang on babe!" Tina grinned and scooted forward on the seat, hugging Al tightly around his chest. She knew exactly what was going to happen next, and she loved it. The light turned green, and the Mustang roared off the stop bar, its tires squealing on the asphalt. Al let the kid get about a hundred feet ahead of them, and then he let out the clutch. The bike reared back onto its back tire, as Al sped past the kid, causing Tina to squeal with delight. Once they were safely ahead of the Mustang, he let the bike fall back onto two tires, and watched as the car got smaller and smaller in his mirrors. Al smiled devilishly, relishing the two victories he had just won, as he and Tina sped from town and back out into the desert.