<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1T1AhxZ.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Akiyama Amaya<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School parking lot<br/><strong>With:</strong>Benjamin Stewart<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Second day, after classes<br/><hr/><br/>While the term rice rocket was a bit of a stranger to Amaya, she connected it to the more local term crotch-rocket, and figured it just meant lightweight racing bikes of Asian heritage. For her, it was a broader term, reaching over all brands following the same "formula", though why bother nitpicking.<strong>"I'll admit it's more so the visual aspect of it for me, I just like how it looks more"</strong>She said as she got back up and stepped around to better see what Ben was doing, though she kept a good enough distance to avoid interrupting him, and to avoid any liquids spilling on to her clothes, within reason anyway.<br/><br/><strong>"I dunno, while their practicality for races is understandable, aerodynamics and all that taken to mind, for casual commoner-use, it just looks a bit childish, like a "I want to go super-fast!" call from a kid. From the few I've tried, there's nothing practical about them other than handling, fuel-economy I guess but who cares about that. Just having to give up saddle-bags is bad enough on its own"</strong>While there surely were options for it, saddle bags rarely sat well on stereotype racing bikes, nor did it tend to look very good, so it was enough to disregard it completely, in her eyes anyways.<br/><br/>With no idea of where on the globe Fayetteville was (Granted she figured it was in Carolina, not that it told her much), Amaya strayed from responding and let the conversation float on to Ben explaining his reasons for coming to Japan, luckily not seeming to have taken offense to her thoughtless comments.<br/><br/><strong>"Well, never too early for doing something new, no?"</strong>She said with a smug smile.<br/><br/><strong>"The world isn't going to wait around for you to get ready to go out and experience it, no reason to wait for decades to pull the strings it takes to experience it. The sooner you take the step it takes to look at it, the sooner you can get hooked and desire more and more of it"</strong>, she finished with, stretching her arms over her head, leading her shirt to lift a small inch, exposing a tiny bit of skin.<strong>"All good with your bike by the way? All up and running?"</strong><br/><br/>She felt a vibration against her right hand thigh and quickly reached down to pull out her phone to check what it was, not because the conversation was boring her to any extent, but merely because she knew she'd forget about it later if she didn't. Much like the laptop, rather new model phone. It turned out to be nothing so she stuffed it back down as quickly as it had been pulled out, tracing it with a small apology for having taken the attention of the conversation on a ride.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, and are you planning on joining any clubs by the way? I'll stick to the going-home-club myself, at least that's my plan, but as an exchange student, you'd probably benefit from joining a club, really good for the social stuff, not that I would know, but that's what they say at least"</strong>