Eric nosed the big Suzuki into a fast sweeper, his knee skimming the pavement. With the latest in both sports bike and neural implant technologies he felt the 'Zuki's tire, shock and engine temperatures in his mind.
Looking through an overhead satellite Eric saw the nearest traffic three miles ahead. He cranked open the throttle and the turbo spun out thirty pounds of boost. On one wheel his bike rocketed past 270 KPH.
As he began braking for the next corner an ad circumvented Eric's spam filters. Unexpectedly, he found himself inside some blonde, performing in a cheesy porno flic.