As the wind whipped around them, Faelan couldn't but help smile, even as he felt Shula's discomfort. Nothing to him was as freeing as riding his bike on a good night or a decent fight. It was nothing but him and the machine under him. The speed limit rarely stopped Faelan, but considering his ability to control the bike, neither did the police. One thing that was nice about being a good hunter was even when he did, he had friends in high enough places that made sure he stayed off the charts.<br/><br/>"Shula, never been on a motorcycle I'll take it," he screamed back over the wind howling in their ears. "It's like a horse, just with wheels and a louder whinny is all."<br/><br/>Even as they drove, he felt better, the wind seemed to pull the impurities from his body and mind as it passed through him. Nothing he had to fear felt real at these speeds. Nothing seemed real half the time anyway, but he just saw the lights whipping by him and the cars he passed shrunk into the distance.