[Stopping through in Aviario, Scott couldn't help but stretch his legs. He needed a break, and that little side-adventure through the countryside of Conneticut chased by cops who hadn't liked the look of his UK plates and the reaper on his back hadn't helped his mood.
He needed off and a walk about, maybe some coffee.
So, having parked up his Kawasaki Ninja ZX-6R, sure most of the others in the US Charters preferred Harleys, but in the UK, Harleys were more of a collector's item than a feasable method of riding, and Scott liked feeling the speed in his body, he heads down the on-ramp, past the other man, his kutte proudly showing the Reaper with the decals "Sons of Anarchy - Newcastle." Bold as brass.
He, of course, stops, looking over his shoulder at the man in the semi-darkness, having not noticed him before.]
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He needed off and a walk about, maybe some coffee.
So, having parked up his Kawasaki Ninja ZX-6R, sure most of the others in the US Charters preferred Harleys, but in the UK, Harleys were more of a collector's item than a feasable method of riding, and Scott liked feeling the speed in his body, he heads down the on-ramp, past the other man, his kutte proudly showing the Reaper with the decals "Sons of Anarchy - Newcastle." Bold as brass.
He, of course, stops, looking over his shoulder at the man in the semi-darkness, having not noticed him before.]
Eh?