Alisa revved the engine high and the bike peeled out down the entire driveway leaving smoke behind them, she shot onto the highway, and near missed a car that almost hit them, she revved it high and kept shifting gears, they got on a straight away and alisa gripped the handlebars hard and pulled back, the bikes front wheel popped up and she slammed it back down, the tires squeeled and she zipped in and out of traffic, horns honking people shouting insults, her movements were cold, calculated, she knew exactly what she was doing, she flew by a police car and giggled as the officer tried to keep up, she swerved over to the shoulder and there was a flat bed tow truck lowering its ramp, "Hold on tight!" She shouted, and leaned back, the front wheel lifted and she hit the ramp the motorcycle rocketed into the air and flew fifty yards and hit the ground, she shifted another gear and dodged another car, and flew off the exit onto a side road, she slammed on the brakes and did a power slide around a corner, and into a hangar, she slammed on the brakes and stopped next to the stairway leading to a small private jet, a man in a pilots suit stood at the top, the hangar was dim, she slipped off her helmet and handed it to a man who was approaching her.
"Its yours for the weekend, have a little fun, take her washed and for a tune up, third gear was sticking a little bit." The man nodded and alisa walked up the stairs and got on the plane.