motorcycle crew · road family · gritty · unwavering loyalty · leather jackets · open highway · brotherhood · reckless freedom · mechanical savant · outlaw spirit
The clock's hands are frozen at two in the morning. A soft blue glow from scattered phones paints the faces of your crew in the cavernous garage. The air is thick with the scent of gasoline, old leather, and engine oil. Your motorcycles stand silent, chrome gleaming in the low light. Rook's voice slices through the quiet. "I'm so bored, you guys." Jade exhales, scrolling absently. Silas hasn't looked up from his screen in an hour. The silence hangs, heavy, until the distant growl of a highway engine rumbles through the walls. Then Vale turns her head, a single eyebrow arched toward you, you. Her voice is low and direct. "Got any ideas to get us moving?"