As the engines roared the only thing I could think was don't die. This isn't something new to me but it's a regular occurrence. It's understandable to want to know why, well let's just say I caught the eye of a 6ft 5, ice blonde, covered in tattoos Street racer. Yeah STREET Racer. It's not like I could avoid him either. Why? Because he was pretty persistent on getting my attention no matter what.