Group Ride(1)

The group began to leave, funneling into makeshift clusters, each following behind Ezekiel, who naturally assumed the role of road captain for the ride. The night enveloped them as the clock struck 9:00 PM, the city lights beginning to sparkle against the dark canvas. The roar of engines filled the air as they navigated the streets, their headlights creating a mesmerizing dance of light.

As they hit the highway heading towards LA, they deftly avoided the pockets of late-night traffic. Sawyer found himself slightly behind the pack, his 300cc engine struggling to match the high speeds of the more powerful bikes. The Alpine Dynamics of Avent and the other powerful motorcycles seemed to glide effortlessly, their larger engines propelling them forward with ease.

The group shifted to the farthest right lane in preparation for the upcoming exit. Ezekiel, glanced back to ensure all members were still together, his eyes catching the distant but steady headlights of Sawyer's bike.

As Sawyer entered the outskirts of LA, the cityscape unfurled before him in all its nocturnal splendor. Towering buildings lined either side of the streets, their illuminated facades showcasing architectural beauty even in the dark. The streets buzzed with activity, each one teeming with hundreds of people, the vibrant nightlife painting LA in a unique, electrifying hue. The lights, a kaleidoscope of colors, cast a surreal glow over the city, transforming it into a dazzling urban wonderland.

Pedestrians on the street, enthralled by the spectacle of the riders, signaled them to rev their engines. The response was a clamor of roars, a sound that resonated through the night air, echoing off the skyscrapers and blending with the city's ambient noise.

Navigating the labyrinthine streets, they took routes that skirted territories of rival motorcycle clubs and gang members. Despite it being a Monday night, the city's pulse did not wane; LA's denizens were out in full force, savoring the vibrant nightlife. As they passed a group of stunning women, evidently on their way to a club judging by their attire, Avent's eyes sparkled with mischief. He slowed down, then executed a flawless power wheelie, lifting his front tire off the ground effortlessly. One of the women, clad in a provocative black lingerie top and a short black skirt, glanced over and smiled appreciatively.

"Be right back," Avent called out as he whipped his bike around with a sharp turn, pulling up next to the girls. Beneath his helmet, Sawyer laughed, shaking his head at Avent's boldness, and continued to keep pace with the rest of the biker group.

A few moments later, Avent rejoined the group at the next stoplight, his bike smoothly sliding back into formation. Sawyer lifted his visor, a curious grin on his face. "Did you get her number?" he asked.

Avent, still exuding confidence, removed his right glove and reached into his pocket. With a flourish, he pulled out his phone and displayed the contact info he had just entered. The name "Jasmine" and a string of digits were clearly visible on the screen. A big, self-satisfied smirk spread across his face as he tucked the phone back into his pocket and placed his glove back on.

"Like taking candy from a baby," Avent quipped, pushing his visor down as he slid into the middle of the group. The light turned green, and the bikes roared back to life. Sawyer smiled beneath his helmet, flipping his own visor down, and fell into formation behind Avent.

They wove through the bustling streets of LA for the next few hours, the city's nocturnal energy pulsing around them. Neon signs flashed, and the aroma of late-night street food mingled with the cool night air. 

Eventually, the group began to make their way back toward the highway, signaling the end of their exhilarating ride. As they merged onto the freeway, the familiar hum of their engines settled into a steady rhythm. Sawyer, on his less powerful 300cc bike, naturally fell behind the others, but the group maintained a steady pace, enjoying the cool breeze that rushed past them.

As they neared the halfway mark to home on the highway, an unsettling feeling gnawed at Sawyer, prompting him to glance back. Without mirrors on his bike, he had to turn his head fully, and what he saw made his stomach drop: five police cars trailing them—two Chargers, two Ford Explorers, and one Crown Victoria. The whirring, oppressive sound of blades slicing through the air drew his attention upward to the menacing presence of a police helicopter hovering above, its blades beating a relentless rhythm.

The helicopter's spotlight suddenly snapped on, a glaring beam illuminating the bikers and piercing the night. The cop cars simultaneously lit up with flashing red and blue lights, transforming the scene into a chaotic flood of colors. Those who had checked their mirrors or turned to look behind saw the flashing lights and the spotlight, realizing the gravity of their situation. Panic spread through the group as they began to take off, each rider twisting their throttle to the maximum.

Ezekiel, leading the group, noticed the spotlight's glare zeroing in on him. Without hesitation, he broke formation, darting off into the horizon with an explosive burst of speed. The sudden acceleration of Ezekiel's bike acted like a starter gun, inciting the rest of the group to follow suit. Engines roared as they splintered in different directions, some aiming to outrun the cops while others sought to find hiding spots in the maze of streets and highways.