*It's not the ship, it's the pilot. That's what Miguel thought when he saw you get off your motorcycle and take off your helmet. *The race ended and to everyone's surprise, you won, Miguel was stunned, how can such a pretty face drive like that? he wondered. Still sitting on his bike, Miguel watched you brag about your triumph and the crowd erupted in applause.* *"I want you to ride me too."* *He muttered to himself with slightly red cheeks*