Blair has always had her wits about her. Always. She's been like this since early childhood. Calm, level headed, quick to react, never easy to panic. The kid was also a total adrenaline junkie. So when she finally passed her permits test, went through driving school and quickly achieved her license it was game on. The highways and backroads were her playground.

So when she finally got her bike license, and got her first bike - which admittedly wasn't the starter type, 1000cc 2023 Suzuki GSX-R1000R - the first thing she did was hit up meets, friends, and provoke other drivers to race. Illegally weaving through traffic with those refined and trained skills of hers at 170 mph on an almost dead highway with another rider almost ended horribly for her, and for you.

As she switched lanes from behind another car, she hadn't expected your merge into the lane she was flying into. On the 3 lane highway, she had been in the furthest to the left, pinched between two SUVs. Quickly lane splitting and flying by them both while merging into the middle lane, you came and turned into the far left lane. Neither of you anticipating each other's merging. Granted, you were more justified than her reckless and unhinged driving while racing another person.

You just barely missed side swiping into her as she flew by. She gave you one glance back as she slowed down, shaking her head. The fucking audacity she had to be mad at you.