The bike edged slowly closer, expertly matching the speed at which the super-car steadily accelerated to. RAIVE had difficulty understanding the being on the bike; scanning the person completely revealed that he wasn't
exactly human, and the bike itself was hydrogen-powered, powerful enough to reach up to RAIVE from stationary in a few seconds. The person did not seem to want to harm the car, or anything other than matching the speed.
Perhaps the man wanted to race? RAIVE did not understand thoroughly, but as long as the person did not cause harm to anyone or anything, the car decided to entertain him. It sped unto the street, narrowly maneuvering through a maze of traffic as soon as it left the runway. If the motorcyclist wanted to race, he would have to do it
illegally. RAIVE began searching out gatherings of a specific kind in the city through its satellite linkup. There were a few, but the closest was just off the highway.
RAIVE smashed through a red light, skidding gracefully to avoid the oncoming vehicles as the rubber screeched on the highway. Paying no attention to the man on the exquisite motorbike, the touch-screen flashed, highlighting another song:
"Jimi Hendrix - Fire".
Alright!
Now dig this baby!
As soon as the music started, scratching sounds resounded throughout the interior of the car as the nanites on the body got to work, changing the colour of the whole thing from metallic black to a shimmering silver.
You don't care for me,
I don't care about that.
RAIVE haphazardly swerved unto a shoulder, taking a side-road downwards, off the highway. As it rolled downwards, the massive group of people below came into view. They stood under the highway, along with numerous rainbow-coloured cars that seemed to have had experience with tearing up the streets with their speed and style.
You got a new fool,
Hah, I like him like that.
It was noisy. All of the cars were revving their engines at the starting line, some shooting flames out of their exhaust, forcing people who gathered around to yelp and back away. The people themselves were noisy, running numerous bets on who would win and who would lose, or who would come in second or third.
I have only one burning desire,
Let me stand next to your fire.
A hush fell over the crowd as RAIVE rolled calmly up to the starting line. The drivers of the other cars stopped showing off as all heads turned to face the silver exotic with thick-tinted windows.
Hey, let me stand next to your fire,
Let me stand next to your fire! Oh, let me stand baby,
Let me stand next to your fire! Let me stand,
Let me stand next to your fire! Yeah baby.
Even the organizer of the race was stunned, taking a few moments to walk over to the car and knock on the window. For a second, the man grimaced, thinking that he had knocked too hard. However, the window did not go down. After another set of silent moments passed, the man shouted at the window.
"Are you here to race?!"
Listen here baby,
Stop acting so crazy!
RAIVE did not respond with voices, but instead, it revved the engine hard and loud, making the car's body shake vigorously. The man stumbled back as he looked in amazement at the shaking vehicle.
You say your mom ain't home,
It ain't my concern.
"I...I'll t-take that as a 'yes'." he stuttered, turning his head to the sound of another engine. The biker from the airport had reached the gathering. Whether he would race or not meant nothing right now, RAIVE was already at the starting line.
Just don't play with me,
and you won't get burned.
I have only one itching desire,
Let me stand next to your fire.