There’s nothing Biker John likes more than gunning his bike down the road, wind streaming around his kabuto, the thrill of speed coursing through his outcast veins. He never mentions it to the other outcasts, but he likes riding his bike more than killing wassie.
Now, there was that one time he road his bike into a pack of wassie. Now that was a good day!
There really is only one problem in Biker John’s like, and that’s his feet . . . The spiky feet aren’t ideal for bike riding, and he secretly thinks that the others tease him about them. They don’t, in fact, but it still worries him.