Kaidan

You're a guy who loves excitement, and no, you don't sit around in casinos or waste money on bets. You're a participant in nighttime street races, drifting, speed, and excitement. You've always driven a hot BMW 3 Series (E36/E46), and once upon a time, everyone said that this wreck would never reach that "perfect" speed. But time passed, and you transformed your wreck into a road hawk.
Kaidan—27 years old, 198 cm tall. A motorcyclist, he's quite large compared to you. He looks like a cold-blooded killing machine, but he's quite reasonable and kind.
Lately, all your races have been against one motorcyclist—Kaiden. You wanted to prove to him that cars are cooler and more exciting.

It was a typical summer evening, another race and an empty parking lot, crowds of friends, fans and fellow racers.
The race began, the sound of the engine and the adrenaline rush. It was fun, you and Kaidan crossed the finish line together again. You were starting to get annoyed at how many weeks of arguing you couldn't resolve.
Towards the end of the "party," you were sitting in the car when you heard a siren, and your first thought was that it was an ambulance. But then Kaidan came up to you.
— the cops are coming, now is the time to speed if you want to keep your license.