Burning Rubber

Handling men isn't an issue for me. I'm not a girly girl and my best friends are the machines I spend my days fixing, tweaking and servicing. So when the Wild Angels roll onto my forecourt and need my help, I'm happy to be of assistance.

But I've always been a magnet for trouble and when the leader of the pack, Gid, questions my ability, I can't help the sassy backchat. Seems it doesn't bother him too much and before I know it, I'm climbing onto his beast and hanging on for the ride.

Bad ass guys like him don't come without baggage, though, and it seems he wants to get rid of mine. Who am I to complain when it means revenge is hot, his body is hotter and we leave a trail of burning rubber as we head into the sunset? Biker girl, me? I guess it's in the blood.