<strong>Christine Daniels</strong><br/><br/>The blonde woman standing behind me was very pretty, in an intimidating way.<em>English?</em>Well I suppose I've been called worse. "Uh, no. It's hired" I said, turning back to the barmaid. "Uh, Could you open that, please?" I asked, noticing that my $5 bill had vanished and no change was forthcoming.<br/><br/>The woman was still talking about the R1. I turned back to her again and smiled politely. "Uh, yeah, they're pretty easy. That's probably why the hire company uses them. You can't really go wrong with one." I heard a soft pop and hiss from behind me and glanced over my shoulder, to notice that my beer was open at last. I reached for the bottle, saying "I ride a 250 Ninja-R back home. What's your ride?" I glanced out of the window at the array of machines. I could just see my ride from here, looking pathetic next to a Harley.<br/><br/>"That's the only reason I came in here, really... I do love bikes." I was babbling, I knew. But this leather-clad vixen towered over me and I was feeling very, very nervous. Something told me I should have listened to the old woman!