#i'd pretend to know nothing about vehicles if it meant they'd explain shit to me in their buttery voices ahem

[kassandras-one-braincell]

Went to a motor festival yesterday with my dad for father's day, saw a shit ton of cool cars and bikes, but what really stood out were the motorbike stunts. The freestyle motorcross stuff that required insane strength and control mid-air on flashy, powerful bikes? Eivor, all the way. And the vintage motorbike wall-of-death act, complete with overly cocky, performative riders lacking any protective gear? Big Kassandra energy. I need them viscerally.

I can see different vibes, too, if they asked you if you fancied going on a little ride with them.

Kassandra gets you acquainted with her bike first, settling you on the seat, letting you carefully run your fingers over the pristine paint job before revving the engine, making you gasp. She lets her hands linger a few seconds too long as she helps you into her protective jacket. She wants you ever so slightly flustered, but relaxed enough that you're melting into her back when she finally takes off, going pleasantly slow. The thrumming of the engine, leisurely speed and the warmth of her body coalesce to create an intimate atmosphere. All calculated, if the smirk on her lips as you kiss her the moment you're both rid of your helmets says anything.

Eivor, however, wants you to experience that pure rush of adrenaline. She fusses over making sure you're protected from head to toe, of course, and rides slower than she would on her own. But she delights at the way your grip around her waist tightens as she ramps up the speed. At every set of traffic lights, while you catch your breath from the exhilaration, she reaches behind and caresses your leg with her gloved hand, smiling as you relax into her. You pull over at a roadside diner, where she smooths over the case of helmet hair you didn't know you had, and you share a milkshake in a cute little booth with her arm around your shoulders.