[★] > Special-Handshake, the male gang are now getting off their respective motorbikes and the shoes are now stepping on the floor. Cigarette smoke scattered in the air like a bird that had just been released from its cage, the parking lot was full of classic big motorbikes that if we crowded into the street would make lots of girls scream. Messy hair; Glazed face; Cigarette on lips. No matter how many times we get addicted to 'automotives' but no one can stress enough to forget that thing about making girls scream. Eyes scattered, laughter after me and my man talked to lighten the burden of life. Now put on a helmet to cover my face and charisma, then continue riding this motorbike with shoes that have been exposed to dust.