Racing Grounds (Zack, Open)

[August Velway]

August Velway leaned back into the comfortable leather cushion of his cruiser, a clear, plastic bottle floating high above his head, chilled water running wildly down his lips. It had been a warm, windless day, the sky an infinite blue, the mountains sage and violet, with a strange tint of coal in the mix. The day had been chosen to search out the outskirts of San Francisco, to see the back roads and the hidden hills, to understand just how much potential sat in the view of civilized city. After all, the intent of the Ebony Sea Renegades, as organized by August himself, was to escape the common restrictions of society, to make something else out of life - something pure. Away from the smog and the rules of the government, August hoped to see his fellow rogues enjoy their desires from keen and disapproving eyes. '

So, to figure out a few of the details, August called in his good friend Zack Kinneas, fellow Australian and biker, to pair him in a bit of sport across the forest of San Francisco, searching for the perfect run of dirt and ditch to act as the racing rings of the Renegades. After a bit of light and sarcastic conversation, August had told Zack to meet him just ten miles north of the city limits, at the parking lot of a small bar called Dingy's. He had no intention of grabbing a drink there, but it was suitable for a rendezvous point.

Leaning back against the throttle bars, Velway stared out across the city towards the glistening sea beyond, his dark shades shielding off the ultraviolet rays of the day. He waited for his friend, and his thoughts were to their discoveries of the day.

[Zack Kinneas]

’Dingy’s? Sounds like some place gay people go to meet up with each other… I wonder why August wants to meet me there…’

Zack had been dozing off as he was reading one of his schoolbooks at his dorm room when he was abruptly woken by the noise his cell phone had made. He was surprised when he heard August’s voice as his friend lived in the dorm next to him. However, he could only conclude that his friend was somewhere in or around the city, riding his motorcycle through the nice cool breeze that swept through the streets of San Francisco. Zack hadn’t been riding his motorcycle as often as he used to and was in fact glad that his friend had called him, it would be a nice ride towards August and he was certain the two friends would ride some more once he had arrived there.

Throwing the book on his couch, Zack jumped to his feet and grabbed hold of his helmet before leaving his dorm, walking down the stairs and placing his keys into the ignition of his Ducatti. The roaring sound of his engine filled the almost abandoned parking garage before he sped outside, through the security gate and towards the lone bar of Dingy’s…

* Upon arriving *

Zack noticed his friend waiting for him on the parking lot when he closed in on him and smirked slightly beneath his helmet. He increased the speed of his motor and drove hastily towards his friend. Estimating the amount of ground he would need to stop fully, he pulled the brakes on the exact right time, wrapping his feet behind the foot pedals and lifting his back tire before stopped in front of August, balancing on nothing but his front wheel. After a long two seconds, gravity did its job and Zack’s back wheel landed on the earth as well. Taking off his helmet the smiling face of Zack became visible to August.

“August, mate, how are you doing? Hope nothing’s bothering you on this delightful day… filled with singing birds, blue skies and corporal punishments…”