biker gang from hell

ok so last night i finally got together with these guys who all get together, ride thier crotch rockets to atlanta to a bar called the vortex, hang out for a bit, and ride around atlanta. i haven't done it yet cause it sounded stupid, but i said hey, lets give it a try. about twenty of us left where we were at and hit highway seventy five at about a hunderd mph. cars around have no idea what to do as all these bikes go flying down the highway. a few bikes have guy and girl, but one in particular slows down, right next to me, and lifts the front wheel standing on the pegs, with her on it!!! they both stand up and go flying down the highway like that for a while. another time this one guy decides to do an endo at a hundred and almost cause a major accident, thankfully everyone there is experienced riders. so we go to the bar, and i know one guy out of all these people, so i was kind of uncomfortable (belive it or not), so at the time i figured this was my last time. well, as im inside talking to a few people, my buddy comes in to say we are all leaving. now, its the twenty bikes we started with and add about another thirty. now we have about fifty screaming crotch rockets cruising through atlanta, turning everyones head. guys doing donughts at stop lights, wheelies everywhere, and two girls right in front of me stood up on the back seat all balanced on different bikes and held hands, coolest shit ever. so we got to the next place and i was in a much better mood, talking to everyone and watching bikes do tricks up and down the street in buckhead. wraped it up a bit early (eleven o'clock) and went to kates. got up at five thirty and now im at work, yah. i think you all should get a bike and come with me.