"I feel like i've been at this stoplight for a millenia." I say quietly under the hum of my sports bike. Tapping my handlebars for literally the millionth time at this certain light.
Still red… I realize no one is behind me. To my left there is a generic gas station with a semi out front. Looking at the gauge and realizing its empty i back into the gravel a bit and accelerate like a sloth into the drive. I pull up to an unleaded pump. I pull on the brake lightly and switch off the bike. Lifting my leg off up and across my bike is no challenge considering the years of martial arts training. My honda has had me leaning forward and shifting back for the last 2 hours and has given me a wedgie. I pull the black leather ecotica jumpsuit out between my cheeks. Letting go of the spandex lands on my ass with a loud snap and i let out a small giggle.
There is a fat trucker staring at me across from my unleaded pump. I make a face inside my helmet and keep pumping gas. The handle clicks, signaling that my tank is full. I slip my debit into the pump. "Your total is 28.15" the machine says in a metallic tone. I get on my bike and get my ass out of there. "Phone play twenty one pilots"
¨What track on this playlist.¨
¨Shuffle all tracks.¨
¨Yes Hideko.¨
Lane boy starts playing in my helmet/headset and I accelerate and decelerate to the beat headed to the loud residence.