Harlow
I was greeted by six cuts bearing emblems of a flaming sword surrounded by seven rings as I sped toward the Seventh Circle bikers from behind. They'd been following our caravan for several minutes and were quickly gaining on our four bikes. From my vantage point, I could see that these guys were packing, and pretty soon, they would be in firing-range of Cyrus and the others.
Thinking fast, I pulled up to within six feet of them. Once I matched the engine speed with the transmission, I pressed down on the clutch and stepped on the gas pedal, which made my GTO roar like a metal beast. Panicked by my sudden appearance, the two men bringing up the rear swerved and almost lost control of their bikes.
To drive my point home, I brought my car closer and revved the engine even louder tha
