<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/><strong>"Nah, not so much the outfit"</strong>Amaya replied casually.<strong>"Western bikes are rare to come by around here since it costs so much to import compared to selling, even scrapping your old bike and buying a new one once you've landed. Motorcycles, even new ones, are relatively cheap here, so only the silliest people bring with them their bikes"</strong><br/><br/>She took a small break from talking, before resuming.<strong>"And you have a Carolina plate"</strong>She said with a smug smile.<strong>"That was kind of the obvious one"</strong><br/><br/>She let him start unpacking his tools while presenting himself. Whilst he did so, she squatted down on the opposite side of the bike, gazing into the exposed engine block.<strong>"I'll stick with Ben I think. And don't worry about it, I didn't intend to stop you from whatever you were planning to do"</strong>Admittedly, maintenance was a bit of a gray area for her. She'd likely end up paying someone to do it once she finally got herself a pair of wheels, not because she thought she'd be incapable of doing it herself, but merely because she didn't have any interest in it.<br/><br/><strong>"Indeed I do, this kind of bike is probably my favorite. Open engine, and a slightly more upright sitting position. I'm not too fond of racing bikes, crotch rockets or whatever other names you have for it, I feel like something like this is a bit more fun. Granted, a bike is a bike, I'm not going to disrespect someone for their choice of bike, be it design or country of origin"</strong><br/><br/>She stood back for a bit to let Ben finish up the oil check. Even she knew what it was, there were limits to how oblivious even she was on it, such a basic task even she could wrap her head around.<br/><br/><strong>"I've been meaning to get a bike of my own, I've just not gotten around to it yet"</strong>She proceeded to fish her laptop out of her bag, opening it up and bringing back up the dealer page she'd had a peek at earlier. 2005-model Yamaha, a V-max to be more specific. While not ideal for Japanese roads, it didn't bother Amaya much, she'd more or less made up her mind. It was the 1200cc, 140bhp edition, naturally, perhaps a bit ambiguous for a relatively fresh driver but she wasn't worried much, she had her ability to back her up should it prove to be a challenge.<strong>"And before you say anything, yes, a bit overkill, but it's a fun bike, I tried one out after I got my license, was a lot of fun, so I've more or less made up my mind already"</strong>Of course, it was an obnoxious bike. It was overkill, it turned like a truck and the brakes were so-so, but it didn't bother her much, if any.<br/><br/><strong>"Plus, can't think of anything much sexier than a loud and obnoxious motorcycle"</strong>She said with a small laugh before closing up the laptop again and tucking it back in her bag.<strong>"What brought you to Japan by the way? You one of those basement-guys that love Asian girls to death and decided to take a year here because of it? ...That became a bit blunt, sorry, didn't mean it like that, I'm just curious... And spoke before thinking"</strong>