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matchadobo · 7 months

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KIDD; biker kidd au

summary: fluffy stuff abt this hot headcanon of mine that he'll look so biteable as a biker WHAHDUAHDHS LMAO warning/s: borderline nsfw since some nsfw stuff are mentioned but not there is no occurrence of the actual thing, all fluff!!, super hot kidd ahead nGgghhhhHHh

just imagine, this fucking fridge of a man in a bike with a helmet

you'd always be delighted when he picks you up after work with the bike

he'd look so hot leaning on the bike while waiting for you

you'd have your own helmet and he loves putting it on for you, giving you a kiss before locking the helmet

he'd let you sit behind or in front of him, but he likes it when you're infront. he feels your ass more 😫. pros for behind is that he gets cuddles, would always have a hand on your leg

for the first time when you were shy enough to join him in his bike but is painfully required to hold onto him. you'd insist in holding the other edge of the bike even when he insists on you holding onto him, he'd fucking convince you so much to do so mf engineered for you to be in that position!! so when you would be too shy to comply, he'd start up the engine and move instantaneously a little so you can fucking fall behind him and subconsicously hold onto him. he'd be smirking and tightening your grip saying "hang tight, princess. don't want you falling further than you already have."

the feeling of the breeze on your skin while his arms are caging you and you have the free view of the road

he'd always do the thing where the bike goes vertically (IDK WHAT IT'S CALLED), you'll be scared at first but as he does it more often it's an adrenaline rush for both of you

his favorite position on the bike is when it's parked and you're sitting infront of him and facing him. he'll stare you down, lift your helmet, and give you a kiss that'd last a little too long

he'll love pretend-fucking you in the bike, where whenever it stops he'll just playfully thrust into you with a hand on your hip. always relishes on your flustered reaction, not knowing what to do with yourself. gives you a pat on your helmet after

you'd love to play on his bike, pretend like you'll drive it and leave him. mans will be pouting with that usual scowl

he likes taking you on mountains and parking it there on his previously mentioned favorite position, watching the view or doing something more than kissing 🤪

i just think this fits him so well than having a car, he metal like that

just imagine HIS ARMS while maneuvering that shit 😩

whenever you're in front of him, his titties are such a good cushion on the ride, it's so soft!! even when you're behind, you'll be clutching on them and squeezing

if you're down, he'll teach you how to ride the bike. just expect a very non-patient teacher 😞 so expect to get yelled at (affectionately). he'll even take you out to canvas on finding your own bike, secretly thrilled he'll have you as a biking partner

he loves customizing his bike, he fixes and replaces parts on his own. he'd love saying, "hey baby, look at my new fucking tires.", "look at my cool rims and headlights, love" with a proud, nerdy grin. always cooped up on his garage, tattered with grime and motor oil or some shit, always shirtless in the process. it'd be a hot spectacle tbfh!! you'd have to physically drag him out and ask him to take a bath.

he'd participate in races from time to time, bringing you as his little cheerleader. would use the cash prices for dates afterwards and use the remaining for bike work

would get your name somewhere in the design of his bike

during long trips, whenever there's a chance to stop due to traffic or stop lights, he'd let out a heavy breath and remove his hands from the clutches, you'd massage his shoulders and arms. he'd moan silently ij reliefwhile rubbing your thighs as a thank you, leaning his head down a bit on yours

he also loves (begrudgingly) when you ask him to bring you to places you need to go to. especially when you go out to your friends, he loves to show your friends that you bagged a fucking stud like him but more so show off his bike

omg i have been so absent AKASJDHAHD there was just a lot happening with my life plus this was the only hc i can properly execute, i don't want to post anything half-baked!! i hope this one somehow makes up for my absence ><

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princessbrunette · 5 months

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dreaming about softdom!jj hes always fixing your clothes and making sure youre comfy on the back of his bike 🫶🏽 he pinches your cheek when you swallow his him down and praises you when ur able to take his dick without running from him

ugh the dream !

ִ ۫ ּ 𓂅⋆ 🗝️｡˚. . .♡

just the fact the way he talks all gentle to you extends from day to day life all the way to the bedroom !! reaching back to give your thigh a little squeeze, briefly glancing over his shoulder. “you all good back there? not too fast?” he asks and you rub your cheek against his back happily, like a cat.

“i’m good.” you hum.

“you remember to wear shorts under your skirt this time?” you hear the smile in his voice, the memory of you squealing all the way home last time you went on his bike — flashing half of the island.

“yes, jayj.” you moan in embarrassment making him chuckle before revving his engine, taking off once more.

and then later that night, all but coaching you through taking him in doggy style. you’re going crazy down there, cheek pressed to the mattress, walls fluttering hard around his sheathed length— and you’re letting out these little breathless and broken moans in quick successions, telling jj it was time for him to calm you down just a little so you don’t hyperventilate or something. “it feels real good, i know.” he smoothes a hand down your spine, gently fixing your arch. your breathing speeds up, prompting him to keep speaking. “breathe, breaaaathe. theeeere y’go, move with me babydoll just like that.” he praises, pulling your hips back to roll slowly against him, going with the movement.

“so good jayj!” you manage to mewl and he just has this big proud grin on his face, squeezing his eyes shut a moment after when you clench him hard.

“shit… yeah i can tell, babe. not even runnin’ from it this time huh? you’re a fuckin’ pro at taking this dick baby. y’feel that?” he moans, leaning some more weight with his hands on your back now he knew you could take it. he frees a hand to sneak it beneath your lower tummy, pushing up so you feel him deeper.

his praise just completes you! nothing gets you closer to the edge ♡

ִ ۫ ּ 𓂅⋆ 🗝️｡˚. . .♡

#anon #jj maybank prompt

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pagesfromthevoid · 1 year

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Cowboy Like Me | d.d.| 14

Don Djarin x princess!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Canon violence. Fucking FLUFF

Author’s Note: Thanks for all the love. This is it! This isnt the end I lied Jk. Listen to Getaway Car if you’re inclined <3333

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me!

The Way

There was no time to treat her wound, leaving it exposed to the elements as they tore through the capital city of Senex. The speeder bike was easily commandeered from someone at the party, allowing Din and his princess to escape as Han and Leia distracted Calisto and Gideon. Several party goers joined the fight as well, supporting their princess and her attempts to escape. But many evacuated, allowing for the two to sneak out with the crowd.

The Crest was not far off, allowing for them to get a headstart on their getaway. But Din knew better than to assume they were safe; they were far from it. Storm troopers were hot on their trail, though he had the advantage of the Crest being hidden away. They were together, however, and that’s all Din cared about as they skid to a stop outside the Crest. With the ship’s hatch opened and ready for them, he hopped off the bike and took her good hand, leading her into the ship.

“We need to get off this planet,” Din announced, flipping switches in the cockpit of the ship.

“Really? I thought we’d get married in the fields,” she retorted, sliding into her own seat.

He rolled his eyes under the helmet, handing Grogu to her once she was strapped into the seat. “We can’t go back to Sorgan; it’ll be the first place they look.”

“Or Nevarro –I’m certain your bounty hunter friend wouldn’t be thrilled with us.”

“We need to find the other Mandalorians,” he settled, starting the engines of the ship.

Blaster fire suddenly rained down on the ship, and she ducked down over Grogu to protect him. Din looked over at her, frowning deeply as he pushed the ship to take off, but the damn thing was too old for it’s own good sometimes. The engines were too cool, and with Calisto and Gideon’s men trying to keep them down –Din had to take the offensive.

“You know how to fly?” He asked, standing from his seat.

She gave a half-hearted shrug. “Kind of. My father tried teaching me, but our ships were newer –,”

“Doesn’t matter,” he pointed out, motioning at each control and explaining the purpose of each one. She watched closely, moving out of her seat and into his. If their lives weren’t in danger, it would have been a hell of a sight. “When I say, you need to get us into the air.”

“What are you doing?” She demanded as he started climbing down the ladder. “Din, you cannot take on a squad by yourself.”

“Didn’t you tell Calisto I’d like my odds?”

“I was trying to scare her. Not encourage you.”

He waved her off, climbing down into the hull. Opening the armory, Din pulled out several grenades and attached them to his belt then took out his pulse rifle, looking it over for a moment. Then, he opened the hatch on the roof of the Crest, climbing up and keeping his feet hooked into the ladder.

“Can you hear me?” He asked through the comms, into the cockpit.

“Uh, I can, yes,” she responded, though her voice sounded muffled through the speakers. “The engine is still heating up. Please be careful, Din.”

He didn’t respond, instead opting to lower himself against the metal of his ship and take aim. As the chaos of the troopers shooting raged around him, he tried to remain calm and focused. Din knew that his skills were the only thing standing between them getting out of Senex alive. As he fired shot after shot, he could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. This was what he was born to do - to fight, to protect, to survive. And he would not stop until everyone trying to hurt his clan was taken down.

“How’s that engine looking?” He asked as a trooper dropped onto the roof of the ship and swung a boot into Din’s face. He grabbed their ankle and dropped them though, shoving a knife into their leg and shoving them off the roof.

“Almost there,” she promised as the ship began to shake with preparation. “I’d hold onto something if I were you.”

Din couldn’t, given the situation at hand, but he appreciated the concern as he aimed at the speeder bike that was barreling towards him. One calculated shot later and the bike –and two others –were blown up and the Crest was taking off into the air. He thanked the Maker as he dropped back into the ship, shutting the hatch, and rushed back into the cockpit.

Grogu was sitting in her seat, hands in the air as she pushed the throttle forward and the ship took off over the capital city. Din hovered behind her, hand gripping the back of the seat as he pushed various buttons and prepared to exit the atmosphere. But other new ships were appearing around them; Imperial ships that he was certain belonged to Gideon.

Din's heart sank as he realized how outnumbered they really were. While he knew a clean getaway was a long shot, he should have known better than to assume Gideon wouldn’t have brought an army of his own. He quickly assessed their situation, trying to come up with a plan of action.

"We’ve got company,” he said, his voice low and urgent in her ear.

"I see them," she replied, her hands moving deftly over the controls as she tried to evade the incoming ships.

Din activated the ship's weapons systems, ready to defend themselves if necessary. He knew that they were outnumbered, but he wasn't going down without a fight. As they flew through the sky, lasers from the Imperial ships streaked past them, narrowly missing their ship.

"We can’t fight them, Din,” she pointed out as he took control of the ship’s blasters.

“We don’t need to fight them if we can distract them,” he offered as reassurance, turning the ships guns on the Imperial fleet that was catching up to them.

But the ship needed to gain more speed if they were going to jump into hyperspace, and he needed it to last long enough against Gideon and Calisto’s forces to do that. Din gritted his teeth as he fired the ship's weapons at the incoming Imperial fleet. He knew that their best chance of survival was to distract them long enough to make the jump to hyperspace. But he also knew that their weapons weren't strong enough to hold off the Imperial forces forever.

"We need to go faster," he said, his eyes scanning the control panel for any way to increase their speed. "Can you give me more power to the engines?"

“I don’t think so,” she admitted, looking over the panel herself with a deep frown. “Din, I-I don’t know if we’ll get out of here alive.”

“We will,” he promised, returning his attention to the fleet that was on top of them.

“Din, tell me the vows,” she insisted, her hand reaching out to grab his arm.

“No,” he snapped, looking down at her for a moment. “No, not like this.”

Din felt a surge of energy as the ship's engines roared to life, propelling them forward at an incredible speed –the engines were finally catching up to the urgency that engulfed the cockpit. While the Imperial ships were caught off guard by their sudden burst of speed, Din took the chance to pick off a few more of the fleet.

But the Imperial fleet was relentless, and their ships were quickly closing in on them. Din knew that they had to make the jump to hyperspace soon, or it would be too late.

“Tell me the vows,” she demanded again as a blast hit the side of the ship, too close to the engines for comfort. She yanked on the exposed part of his arm, drawing his attention to her. Her eyes were watery with unshed tears. “Marry me, Din Djarin.”

The dawning realization that they might actually not make it hit him hard, and he couldn’t argue. “Repeat after me, okay?” Din remained focused on firing the weapons as he spoke. “Mhi solus tome, we are one when together”

“Mhi solus tome,” she repeated, eyes locked on the ships that she was maneuvering around. “We are one when together.”

“Mhi solus dar'tome,” he continued, bracing against the controls as another round of shots hit the ship. “We are one when parted.”

“Mhi solus dar'tome,” she closed her eyes for a moment as Grogu cried out, as if he knew something was going wrong; that they were on more danger than ever before. “We are one when parted.”

“Mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde,” Din concluded, looking down at her finally as one of the engines stuttered. “We will share all, we will raise warriors."

“Mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde,” she finished, looking up at him now as well. “We will share all, we will raise warriors.”

Din couldn’t pinpoint why it felt right to marry her right there, in the middle of battle, but it did. Perhaps it was the adrenaline pumping through his veins, or the realization that life was precious and fleeting. Maybe it was the way she stood by his side, fearless and determined. Whatever the reason, Din knew he couldn't let her go.

“Kiss me, Din.”

His heart almost broke, realizing now that they were married –and very well could be dying at any second. But he nodded, finally abandoning his post at the weapons control. His hands here on his helmet, hesitant for just a moment, before he lifted it and set it down. Decades of wearing the helmet, not showing a single living thing what he looked like –all abandoned now as he faced his wife for the first time.

She stared up at him with wide eyes, the tears finally falling as she reached up to touch his cheek. Her touch was warm against his face, where her fingers stroked the scars that had settled there. Blood still caked her nails, but her wound was wrapped and he had to look away. He could see the worry in her eyes, but he also saw the trust and love that she held for him. He leaned in slowly, savoring the moment, before finally pressing his lips against hers. It was a gentle kiss, but it held a depth of emotion that words could not express. For a moment, the fight around them faded away, and all that existed was the two of them, locked in a tender embrace.

But the ship still rocked from gunfire, reminding them that the end felt too close. They pulled away from one another just barely, foreheads resting against one another. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling as her eyes traced over his face, taking in everything she could. He had never felt so exposed, yet so liberated. It was as if he had shed a heavy burden that he had been carrying for so long. He reached up and cupped her cheek, staring deeply into her eyes. There was so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to express, but the words eluded him. Instead, he simply leaned in and kissed her again, pouring all of his emotions into the tender touch of his lips.

“Falcon to Crest, do you copy?”

Both of them looked to the comms, then at each other before finally pulling away. His helmet slipped back on, ensuring it was only her who would ever see him.

“This is Crest,” Din announced, leaning against the control panel.

“It’s Han,” the pilot explained, and gunfire could be heard in the background. “Leia and I are holding them off –got a handful of Senex fighters on your side out here.”

He looked to her, then back out the window of the Razor Crest. “You hold them off and we can get out of here.”

“That hunk of junk can hit hyperspace?” Han ribbed, and Din knew the man was smirking. “Gotta love classics.”

“Gideon got away,” Leia pointed out, voice gravelly through the comms. “So did Calisto. But if you get to the Outer Rim again, you should be safe for a while.”

“If you’re gonna jump, now is the time,” Han warned as Din moved her from the pilot’s seat and took over again. “Good luck with whatever the hell it is you two are up to.”

She laughed and Din glanced at her, smiling beneath his helmet. With his hands on the controls, Din hit the switch and pushed the throttle forward –the jump to hyperspace knocking them both back into their seats. As the stars streaked by in their blur, Din felt a sense of relief wash over him. The battle was over, at least for now. They had emerged victorious, and for the first time in what felt like ages, he allowed himself to relax.

Beside him, his wife let out a contented sigh, her hand reaching out to take his. He laced his fingers through hers, relishing the warmth and comfort of her touch.

“I can’t believe we did it,” she whispered, taking a deep breath as she looked up at him.

Din turned to her, his heart full. “It’s not over yet,” he reminded her gently, taking his hand back for just a moment. She watched in curiosity as he lifted his helmet, revealing himself once more to her. “But whatever is out there –we’ll handle it.”

She stared at him again, slowly standing from her seat. Her hands –covered in dried blood and streaks of sweat –reached for his face. For a long time, she simply stood above him, eyes and fingers tracing over his features. One hand held his jaw as the other ran over the bridge of his nose, up to his brow and over his eyes. Her thumb skated over his cheek, against the stubble that had grown over the last several weeks.

“You have brown eyes,” she whispered, both hands now resting on his jaw to hold his gaze. “You have brown eyes and you are so beautiful.”

He’d never been called beautiful before, and the compliment made his heart ache as he reached up to hold onto her wrists. Her touch was warm and gentle, and it sent a shiver down his spine.

For a moment, they just looked at each other, lost in the intensity of their emotions. It was as if they were the only two people in the galaxy and nothing else mattered except the connection they shared.

Finally, Din broke the silence. "I love you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled at him, a soft and genuine expression. "I love you too," she promised, her voice barely more than a breath. “I get to look at you for the rest of my life.”

Din felt his heart swell with love for her. He knew that he had found something special, something worth fighting for. And no matter what the future held, he was determined to keep her by his side. As they soared through the galaxy, her touch on his skin, Din felt a sense of hope for the first time in a long time.

Grogu cooed suddenly, drawing their attention to him. He held his arms up and she laughed again, lifting him into her arms. Din took off his gloves, tossing them to the side, so he could run his thumb over their child’s face.

The future was uncertain; there were still threats out there. People hunting them down. But with his princess and their child with him —he knew this would be The Way.

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norrisreads · 1 year

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Love Again #LN4

PAIRING: lando norris x wolff reader! Daniel Ricciardo x wolff reader! platonic only

SUMMARY: part 2 to sweetest pie, lando norris and y/n wolff a step closer to a newly found friendship but what does lando know about her?

WARNING: just fluff + more (see for yourself)

FC: lalalalisa_m on ig

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after monaco grand prix

you are currently packing up your things to head home, the event was done and dusted, another verstappen win of course, it did not fazed you at all.

of course, you didn’t bring much but accompanying your family out here for 3 straight days, you had to bring your laptop along to sneak in some edits on your on-going projects.

daniel had gone back with heidi as he plans to attend the after party, of course he invited you, but you weren’t really interested in that life and knowing you’re their opponent team principal daughter, it probably will not be a good image.

Though, your dad did tell you multiple times whatever you’re doing it will never affect him as he does not intend to prohibit you to do things just because you’re his daughter.

“y/n, your phone keeps beeping. you should check it” george walked towards you with your phone in hand. you had to borrow george’s charger as your phone had died mid researching.

“oh, thanks George! heading home straight away?”

“yeah, carmen booked a 4 star restaurant for dinner, will probably need that after today’s result”

“you did great by the way, don’t dwell too much.” you tapped his shoulder and smiled

george smiled , bid his goodbye and made his way towards carmen, which she waved towards you and you did the same

you looked at the notifications you’ve received and laughed, of course a text from norris. ever-since, the interaction the both of you had, you’ve gotten closer even though that literally happened 2 days ago.

he is closer to your age, which is a pros because the both of you had similar humour and would share unfunny memes to each other which ONLY the both of you are able to understand.

you’ve finished packing, and was currently just waiting for your dad to finish his briefing towards the engineers. susie and jack had went off earlier, you agreed on waiting for your dad, though agreeing on that means he’ll be the one riding your motorbike and you’ll be a pillion (which you hate).

thus, while waiting for your dad, you took the time to respond to lando’s texts.

a/n : i don’t know why the emojis aren’t showing up 😭

Great, now you have a party to attend to.

“done with the packing?” you heard your dad’s voice

“yeah, taking my bike?” you asked while walking behind your dad following his pace

“of course honey, keys please”

you gave your dad your keys and walked towards your motorbike.

“the colour’s great, what’s the colour of your cafe racer back in singapore?”

“of course, you’re always getting the ugly colour papa. you have to let me know on the colours availability next time, it’s black, the other choices they had weren’t my taste. it’s probably yours though, silver just like the vintage cruiser triumph back home.”

your dad had a motorbike back home kept for you in any case you’re interested of inheriting it from him, but it wasn’t really up to your taste. A royal enfield, though is up to your taste.

danielricciardo: FOUL. y/nwolff not trusting toto wolff????????

georgerussell63: bossman reminiscing youth

landonorris: i’m next

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2245HRS

“someone’s here for you darling” you heard susie voice came from the kitchen

it’s only 1045, why the fuck is lando here already. you’re literally still doing your makeup, leaving with blusher and setting your face.

“i’m still not done yet, can you let him know?” you shouted

“yeah about that, too late y/n” your door swing open, with lando showing up in your childhood room

“you’re early? did you speak to my dad? pissed your pants, yet?”

“ha ha funny. he’s not as scary as I thought of him to be” he took a seat on the edge of your bed

“he’s a great person norris, just team principle things huh?” shifting your chair towards him

“you look great, are you done though?” lando asked you while looking around your room

“yeah just left to set my makeup, don’t touch that” you quickly stood up and snatched the box away from Lando’s grip

“woah woah, what’s that about?”

“nothing it’s just something, thought i threw it away”

lando nodded but in his head, he was deadly curious on the reaction that you gave him, it was just a plain box with the letter m graving, what could the content in the box even possibly be?

“let’s get going, i’m done. my ride or yours?” you turned to lando, holding your keys.

“mine of course, i’m a gentleman”

“yeah, in that fiat jolly of yours?”

“fine, yours then” great.

you went into your dad office, took a extra helmet and gave to lando

“you’ll need this, you’re behind.”

and with that gesture, you made lando’s heart beat faster

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AFTER PARTY

you were currently downing your whatever number of shots, while laughing at lando’s dance move with Carl’s

lando of course, didn’t drink much, prob a glass or two but you, you had quite a lot. Though, you’ll wanna thank your best friend for regularly having drinking sessions in the both of your apartment because this did improve your alcohol intake.

“you go to parties regularly?” heidi sat beside you, and questioned you

you shooked your head

“the alcohol intake speaks otherwise” the both of you laughed

“well, school stress helps ALOT”

you weren’t that close to any of the wags except heidi, she’s literally like a elder sister to you, checking up on you regularly and more. She’s the exact form of daniel just in a female form

“hey, you okay? feeling tipsy?” Lando approached you, taking a seat beside you which led to some of the drivers eyeing each other at the close contact the both of you had

“I’m Okay, slightly tipsy. You okay with riding the bike home, i’ll probably be better pillioned, if you aren’t, i’ll just let my dad know, he’ll probably pick us up”

“ woah, i’m okay with riding home. much better, i do not want toto to think badly of myself. just try and sober up a-bit alright, i’ll get a glass of water for you, stay here”

you agreed and leaned your head back but you then realised the stares you had from daniel, heidi, carlos and the others.

“what?”

“is something going on between the two of you?” charles questioned with that accent of his

“just friends”

“he picked you up today? toto did not say anything to lando?” this time, daniel

you shooked your head, “what’s wrong guys? is there’s something wrong?”

all of them shooked their head and laughed, “we’re just shocked, you’re not that easy to talk to. I’m amazed lando got you smitten over him”

carlos, said out loud handing you a shot.

“me? smitten?” rolling your eyes, downing the shot

before you’re able to down the shot, someone snatched the shot glass away from you

“what the fu-mick?” this time heidi held your hand tightly.

“hey, am i late? sorry y/n, promised toto you shouldn’t drink too much“ there stood in front you was Mick Schumacher smiling widely at you and lando arriving to the scene feeling the tense air between you and mick.

—✩࿐ end note: that’s all for part 2 of sweetest pie, if you haven’t read part one please do!!!!! i’ll do a part three soon, but in the mean time i hope you enjoy this ♥️

#f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 fics #f1 smau #lando norris x y/n #mick schumacher #lando norris x reader

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Vintage

A relentless years-long search initiated by Santiago was about to end, all thanks to a small box sitting outside his home. While most wouldn't feel the kind of excitement he felt over the package, Santiago couldn't remember a time when such a delivery left him this happy.

Just holding the brown box left him jittery. All his hard work was literally condensed into this one parcel. Santiago wanted to violently tear the box apart in anticipation. But he kept his feelings tempered, knowing the object within could become damaged from such barbaric actions.

Walking into the garage, he set the box on his workbench. As he sliced the tape with a sharp knife, he glanced at the vintage motorcycle sitting a few yards away. A smile crept across Santiago's face.

"It's time," he said to himself, looking inside the box, "I will make you live again."

The part itself wasn't abundantly complicated. The difficulty rested with locating a decent replacement. Old, used parts sometimes worked. But those either failed after a few miles or broke immediately upon start up. Replica parts never matched perfectly, despite manufacturer claims.

It became so off-putting Santiago considered selling the bike. Just the thought made him sick. But he wasn't having much luck and offering the vintage motorcycle up for sale might breathe new life into other bikes that needed parts.

The major break Santiago needed came from a website he stumbled upon by chance. He liked the name, 'Vintage'. A quick glance at the webpage checked off all the right boxes for Santiago. Everything seemed legit. The catalog was extensive, not only for old bikes but many other products. Finding the particular part he needed took 10 minutes from start to finish.

Now holding the new item, Santiago found his interest in this website well placed.

"It's perfect. Absolutely perfect," the man said quietly, almost bringing a tear to his eye.

Eager to make his motorcycle whole once more, Santiago dove into making the repair. The specific location on the engine was already disassembled, making installation a breeze. Having made this repair many times before, Santiago had become a bit of a pro at disassembling and reassembling his vintage motorcycle. But in this moment, he hoped that would no longer be the case. The new part fit seamlessly, leaving him confident the bike would run again.

Santiago sat back and just looked at the engine. His admiration for this historical mode of transportation was commendable. And for his devotion, it would be rewarded. Grabbing the final protective plate, he leaned forward and secured it in place.

Knowing his vintage motorcycle would live again brought pure joy to him. Absolute pure joy.

But what Santiago didn't realize was just how much life he was breathing back into the bike. From behind the metal plate, fierce cries for help would remain locked inside the metal part. The pleas and struggles would be lost within the confines of the engine, doomed to be drowned out by the hum of something bigger and more important.

As the motorcycle roared to life, the daunting reality of the former human's plight took shape. Relentless spinning and vibrations painted a bleak picture. No one would come to its rescue. No one would free it from this hell.

Everything was perfectly legal.

And everyone wanted to use Vintage, the website keeping an old world running like new...

Story content is original and human produced. Imagery created using Microsoft Bing Image Creator.

#inanimate object #inanimate tf #inanimate transformation #unaware tf #nonconsensual tf #part tf

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1969 Triumph T120 Trackmaster by @calebgrssm of @storagebuilt, whose old man raced pro flat track in the 1970s — those are his old number plates! The Trackmaster frame and built 750cc engine were scored in a trade ~10 years ago from none other than Gary Beach, father of one of our favorite @americanflattrack riders, @jdbeach95. Caleb took over the project last year, finishing it just in time for @the1moto despite working 14+ hour days in construction and architecture school. “The inspiration comes from flat trackers from the late 60s and early 70s, which is what the bike is. I wanted it to look like it could roll off the track from that era (but with some modern bits). The number plates were my dad’s, so those have actually seen some action.” Photo: @mrpixelhead. Full story today on BikeBound.com. ⚡️Link in Bio⚡️ https://instagr.am/p/Cs6C5xKucp8/

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can we have number 5. “You’re gonna have to be quiet.” w/ corey cunnigham? it gives me hide and seek vibes 😉

I just love this idea so much

Be quiet!

Pre-Accident Corey Cunningham x Fem Reader

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Summary: You and Corey get heated during a game of hide in seek..

Warnings/contains: Smut, semi-public? (Chance of getting caught), (Sub) Corey, (Soft dom) reader, just really fluffy smut, friends to lovers stuff, hair pulling

Word count :1.4k

A/n: Sorry if the format is weird I’m writing part of this on my phone and part on my computer. I took too much time to write this. Also i apologize if this isn’t the best i don’t have a lot of experience with writing smut I'm more of a reader.

“So your telling me….” Corey was crouched down looking at the 10 year old, he was obviously tired. “You don’t want to watch tv, read, play board games, or make snacks. So what do you want to do?” He was slowly losing patience with the child.

You wanted to clean up the house. You guys already had made such a mess around doing all these things. Pillows were flung from off the couch, Shoes were tossed and thrown by the door and even the kitchen. The girls mom ordered pizza before hand for her daughter of course but was also nice enough to get a box for us. So there were cups and plates all over the table. Some still had drinks/Food in them.

It almost looked like someone threw a frat party rather than a couple of babysitters and a 10 year old.

You and Corey have been babysitting together since you both were teens around 16 or so. And you’ve been friends for a even longer time. This was something you’d always do together more than separate and alone. Handling certain kids alone is a complete nightmare. I mean for you at least Corey is fantastic with kids it’s insane how he talk’s to them so well.

It’s just a little temporary job to make money till we find something more permanent. I mean we still ride our bikes to each person’s house we babysit. And besides a more permanent job we still wanna go to collage too. Feels like so much work in so little time. Corey want’s to do some nerdy engineering stuff but, I still really don’t know what I want to do.

“Hide and seek.” The little girl smiled. You were sat on the floor next to Corey, you smiled at her wholesome face. Corey finally cracked somewhat of a smile considering his small success with making the kid finally make up her mind. Corey could never turn down a game of hide and seek. He’s just too good.

“Come on Corey hide and seek.” You chuckled, both standing up. “What if you count to 30 or so and we go hide?” That would provide a tad bit of time for us to be alone. Babysitting is tiring as hell.

“Okay.” She agreed. She turned around facing a wall and placed her hands over her eyes. She began counting which made you and Corey quickly look for a place to hide. You turned in circles looking all over before you came to a stop when seeing the stairs. You pointed your thumb to the staircase and he nodded of approval before he followed after. You guys take games of hide and seek very seriously.

You both carefully made it upstairs without too loud of a noise. It was easier when you had only socks on to cushion any creak or thump we could have made. You decided the guest room would be a great spot since it was farther away from the stair case and also farther from all the other rooms. You hurried in there and made it to closet. You slide the door to the right and made it in. Corey slipped in right you and smiled with a thumbs up as he closed the door. It was bare. Nothing but extra hangers but at least you and Corey had space. And by space you guys barley had a inch between each other when shoulder to shoulder.

“How long do you think it will take for her to find us? I mean her house is sorta big.” You whispered. That was a pro to some kids you guy’s baby sat. Some family's were rich which meant a better pay and sometimes food like what we got today. We always had kids to baby sit which i was surprised since it’s Haddonfeild.

Corey paused for a second to think about the question. You guys were facing each other so you both had more space to even breathe.

“Maybe 10 minutes depending on how long it takes her to get through the downstairs and then you know all the other rooms up here.” His mind thought out everything even though it may be unnecessary. Corey looked over to you his brown eyes were soft and caring. Easy and gentle. You guys were so close. So close.. Your faces inched closer, and closer. His eyes were now closed and so were yours.

You don’t know who kissed who first but it didn’t matter. Not baby sitting, Not breathing, all of it didn’t matter. Not right now anyway. All you could do was concentrate on was Corey’s soft pink lips pressed against yours. Like they were meant to be together.

His kisses were messy and rushed. We didn’t have much time anyways. His glasses became fogged and the closet quickly became hot. Your hand quickly reached to tangle with his curls. His hands snaked around to your hips.

Thought’s swarmed your head. Would this ruin our friendship? Would it be awkward? Or would everything work out?

Corey tried to thrust his hips upward to connect with you but you kept them down which made him let out a whimper against your lips. A feeling went through your body at that moment. You needed to hear those noises again. Your both broke apart breathless.

Pants were quickly discarded along with your sweater you’d worn because of the colder weather approaching. The only thing guarding you from one another was your underwear.

Never in your mind you thought you’d be in a closet fucking your best friend. Considering we didn’t have much time either. You moved his glasses to the top of his head. Him without his glasses was a sight that never failed to be beautiful.

Corey was melting under your gaze. He looked disheveled and messed up already and you’ve barley started.

“Is this okay?” You whispered into his ear. He let out a sound of agreement. You both traveled to the floor, Corey was on his back looking up at you. You felt like a angel just hovering up over his crotch. You slipped his white boxers off and you moved your underwear to the side. Your hands were pressed against his chest.

Corey wasn’t ready for the amount of pleasure you were about to give him. You slammed down on his cock and he let out a loud choked moan out.

“Shh.. You’re gonna have to be quiet.” You placed a hand over his mouth. “Wouldn’t want her to hear us now would we?” You teased. “Try telling that to her mom.” You laughed before letting out a hissed moan as he hit so deep inside you. You felt him throb inside you.

Your hands traveled back to his hair giving it a firm tug. You kept bouncing up and down on him making him even more needy than ever.

“Fuck you feel so good.” He moaned quietly this time, from under you as he thrusted his hips upwards to meet you. His moans and whimpers had you wetter than before. He gripped your hips so hard as if you’d leave him. If it was a dream.

He was so unbelievably needy his hips felt like they were moving in their own. Like he has no control. You just felt too damn good.

It didn’t take him long before he felt his orgasm approaching. Corey let out another little array of moans as he started to get closer and closer to the edge.

“You gonna cum for me Corey?” You leaned over to whisper in his ear. Each bounce and each thrust got more and more powerful. You weren’t too far behind. Chasing after your own as well.

“Yes- oh! Yes.” He moaned. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna..” He panted. you bounced until your finally reached your high letting out a small “Fuck…” You removed yourself from his cock and stroked him until he released on his stomach.

You both took heavy breaths in and out. You pressed your forehead to his and gave him a kiss. You felt his lips quirk upwards as he smiled into it.

“Thank you.” He spoke shyly.

“Anytime Corey.” You kissed his cheek.

“Hey core?” you sighed.

“yeah?”

“I love you.” You brushed his hair from out of his face before you grabbed your sweater from the small pile of clothes that has been discarded earlier. He smiled softly at you.

“I love you too.” he kissed your forehead. You both quickly got dressed before she could find you.

After you both got your pants on you heard the girls foot steps rush into the room as if on time. You heard her shuffle through things before she pulled open the closet.

“I found you guys!” She giggled.

“You sure did!” I smiled at her.

“You guys look really red!”

Tags: @wolvesandvampires

#corey cunningham #rohan campbell #Halloween ends #Corey Cunningham smut #he’s just a baby girl #mwah #smut

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So this is an embarrassing post but I’m fairly new to tuning and might need some help😅 Getting my restricted 35kw mt07 -23 today and have been looking at a mivv gp pro or delta race full exhaust system, and have been planning to unrestrict the throttle plate and maybe the airbox snorkel later on as well.

My question is how important would a tune really be? Will I not gain as much HP without a tune as I would with one or would I loose HP in general if I don’t tune? Would want to avoid the tune as it’d void the warranty of the bike instantly.

Again, embarrassing question but I’d really like some answers!

Hey Bro, thx for reminding me this blog exists. Why would you want to ‘tune’ the restricted version of the bike in the first place? Any performance gains would be dwarfed by eventually unrestricting it. Get the exaust for the looks and sound and hold off on the other mods until you can ride the unrestricted version of the bike. When the time comes, I recommend you get a re-tune so your engine runs neither lean nor rich. Have fun!

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I chose "Numb".

Thanks so much for asking!! :D

This is the story of the night of Vince running away from home, June 9th 2067! Ooof I'm having a hard time picking a favourite section from this, cause this was one of my favourite chapters to write, but also one of the hardest and darkest of that fic so far ;_; Little bit of a content warning, but Vince is really depressed and suicidal at that point, even if he wouldn't openly admit it. For context, it's utterly pouring, he just spent the last hour or so walking around, trying to figure out where to go because he packed his things and left in a hurry before his mother would come back home. He's worried she will somehow track him down and so takes a moment to sit down and blocks all his contacts as a first step to prevent anyone from his old life from reaching out to or finding him.

Every couple of flicks and blocks he had to wipe off the rain that accumulated on the screen, and even though his fingers were getting stiff from the cold he continued on through the list until he was sure he’d severed all ties for the moment. To properly reset the phone without losing any important data he’d need a dry place though, and some equipment, a computer ideally really, so this had to do for now. Finally, he reached the very bottom of what was now basically a long blocklist. His finger hovered over the final name, and he’d almost reflexively blocked him as well. He sniffled and reconsidered. “Welles, Jackie” said the last gleaming entry. He’d never called or texted him after that night. The fear that Jackie was just trying to make use of him somehow, like everyone else he knew, had just weighed too heavily on the pro- and contra-list. And even if he’d called him, what would he have said? “Thanks again for taking me back home to my abusive mother! She’s even more of a control freak meanwhile! How have you been?” No, even just thinking that… wasn’t fair. But then again, what was fair and unfair? Was it unfair that he was sitting on the curb now, in a puddle of his own misery, or was this exactly where he had been headed to the entire time? Was it fair to drag the Valentino kid into an even bigger mess than what he’d gotten himself into back in March, when he spoke up for a stranger he pitied? Vincent’s finger continued to hover over the block button. Fair and unfair didn’t exist in Night City, neither did pity. There was no right, no wrong, only choices, decisions to make… and living with the consequences, as best as you managed.

He ends up calling Jackie, and after a little back and forth, Jackie comes by to pick him up and drives him to a relatively safe and discreet hotel he knows.

The exterior was a murky green color, the paint on the balcony railings peeling off, most windows on the lower levels boarded up. The sign above the entrance was flashing “vacancy”, to no-one’s surprise, and Jackie turned off his bike’s engine. “I know it doesn’t look like much,” he said, following Vincent’s unimpressed gaze, “But it’s better on the inside than it looks. Also discreet, and in walking distance to Kabuki Roundabout, where you’ll find literally everything you’re ever gonna need, for cheap.” Vincent hesitated to get off the bike, still clinging to Jackie’s rain-soaked bomber jacket. “The offer still stands to come back home with me, too, if you’ve changed your mind,” Jackie said softly after a couple of moments, “And if not today, tomorrow. Or next week. You’re always welcome.” Vincent tried to swallow down another onset of tears, then he got up from the motorbike, his backpack making the whole procedure look a lot less smooth than what he was going for. “Thank you, Jackie,” he said, “I know, and I hope you know, too, you don’t need to do any of this.” “Oh, I know, don’t worry,” Jackie said, smiling softly, “But you know, maybe next time I’ll be the one calling you from a bad place, and you’re able to help a friend out, right?” Vincent’s heart sank. “Right,” he nodded. Of course. That’s how things worked in Night City. You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours. He was naïve to assume Jackie did this out of the good of his heart. “Okay then,” Jackie sighed, “Anything else you need? Cash, advice? Been told I have a good shoulder to cry on, too.” Vincent chuckled weakly but kept his distance. “I’ll be fine,” he said, and Jackie also nodded. “Gimme a call in the morning, V,” he said as he turned the engine back on, “Or I’m gonna come by and make you.” He flashed another brief smile at him before taking off again, the taillight of his bike a red haze still visible from afar through the veil of rain. Vincent remained standing where he was for another five or so minutes, so numb from everything that had happened, he didn’t even care anymore. Then he slowly turned around to the hotel and walked into the small, dimly lit lobby. There was no human receptionist, only a type of vending machine that spat out room keycards. Very old-fashioned, but also cash only, and at least that would work out in his favor. He looked over his shoulder, making sure he was alone, before setting his backpack down and opening it. He had buried the black plastic box once holding his now completely ruined boots under a couple of layers of clothes, everything quickly picked at random. Now it contained all the money he had left in the world, carefully set aside over the course of the last few months. He still couldn’t believe he'd gotten away with it, that his mother had not figured it out sooner. He’d had no chance yet to count it, only knew a rough estimate. But even then, that only gave him a vague idea of how long it might last him on his own. He pulled out a few notes, enough to rent a room for a week for now. By then he’d hopefully have figured out how to move forward.

And in the end a little paragraph on what Vince in that moment would probably title "be careful what you wish for" - but even if his situation is dire in that moment, in the long run it was for the best, he just can't see it yet.

Somewhat absentmindedly his fingers brushed across the small bruise on his thigh, just below where his boxers ended. Unbelievable really how the tiny mark the injection had left, barely noticeable unless you knew exactly what to look out for, had escalated everything so badly, so quickly. He had wished for this to be the first real step in finally setting himself free, living more truly to who he was… and somehow his wish had simultaneously come true and backfired spectacularly. Yes, he was free now, free of his controlling mother, free of any expectations and rules his world had put on him… but also free of his health insurance, free of the funds to pay for the next shot, free of the ability to go wherever he liked without fearing to run into her, ready to drag him back by force. Free of a home. Free of everything that he had taken for granted and clung to with all his might, despite it slowly killing him from the inside…

kölajsdfhdasfsaf I kinda wanna just share the whole chapter, but I think these bits are some of my favourites, although there is a lot more and a lot more details that are dear to me too. I picked out the location of the hotel in game for example, driving around Kabuki for hours looking for a good and logical spot where it could be XD And the bridge where he sits in the beginning blocking all his contacts also holds so much symbolism to me as like... it's the connecting path between Westbrook and Heywood, corpo and streetkid, Vince and Jackie, his old and his new life, so it makes sense for them to reconnect there that night. Also, it is also visible from the Darkmatter rooftop, and when Vince sees it again from up there years later, remembers that for a splitsecond he thought about jumping off of it that night, he is so grateful again that he didn't and instead chose to continue against all odds.

So yes. A very important chapter xD Sorry, this got long!

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The Best Used Bikes for City Riding

If you're looking for a used motorcycle for city riding, there are a few things to consider. City riding typically involves a lot of stop-and-go traffic, so you want a bike that is easy to handle at low speeds. You also want a bike that is nimble and agile, so you can maneuver through tight spaces and around obstacles. In this article, we will discuss some of the best used motorcycles for city riding.

Honda Grom

The Honda Grom is a small, lightweight bike that is perfect for city riding. It has a 125cc engine and a 4-speed transmission, which makes it easy to handle at low speeds. The Grom has a compact design that allows you to maneuver through tight spaces and around obstacles with ease. It's also fuel-efficient, making it a great option for commuting. The Grom has a unique look that appeals to many riders, and it's an affordable option as well.

Kawasaki Z125 Pro

The Kawasaki Z125 Pro is another small, lightweight bike that is great for city riding. It has a 125cc engine and a 4-speed transmission, which makes it easy to handle at low speeds. The Z125 Pro has a sporty look and a comfortable riding position, which makes it great for longer rides as well. It's also fuel-efficient, making it a great option for commuting. The Z125 Pro is a bit more powerful than the Honda Grom, but it's still easy to handle and maneuver in the city.

Yamaha MT-03

The Yamaha MT-03 is a bit larger than the Honda Grom and the Kawasaki Z125 Pro, but it's still a great option for city riding. It has a 321cc engine and a 6-speed transmission, which gives it more power and versatility for longer rides. The MT-03 has a sporty look and a comfortable riding position, which makes it great for commuting and weekend rides. It's also lightweight and nimble, making it easy to handle in the city.

Suzuki SV650

The Suzuki SV650 is a bit larger than the other bikes on this list, but it's still a great option for city riding. It has a 645cc V-twin engine and a 6-speed transmission, which gives it plenty of power and versatility for longer rides. The SV650 has a sporty look and a comfortable riding position, which makes it great for commuting and weekend rides. It's also lightweight and nimble, making it easy to handle in the city.

Honda CB500F

The Honda CB500F is a great option for city riding and longer rides as well. It has a 471cc engine and a 6-speed transmission, which gives it plenty of power and versatility. The CB500F has a sporty look and a comfortable riding position, which makes it great for commuting and weekend rides. It's also lightweight and nimble, making it easy to handle in the city.

When looking for a used motorcycle for city riding, it's important to consider the bike's overall condition and maintenance history. You want a bike that has been well-maintained and is in good condition, so it will be reliable for your daily commute. It's also important to consider the bike's size and weight, as you want a bike that is easy to handle and maneuver in the city.

In conclusion, there are many great used motorcycles for city riding, including the Honda Grom, Kawasaki Z125 Pro, Yamaha MT-03, Suzuki SV650, and Honda CB500F. These bikes are all lightweight, nimble, and easy to handle, making them great options for city riding. Remember to consider the bike's overall condition and maintenance history when making your purchase, and choose a bike that

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In 1992 Mike Burrows, who has died age 79 of cancer, watched Chris Boardman win the 4,000-metre individual bicycle pursuit final at the Barcelona Olympics. Boardman was riding the Lotus 108 model that Mike had developed with Lotus Engineering, and the combination won Britain its first Olympic gold medal in the sport for 72 years.

Mike’s background as an engineer lay in running his own company in Norwich in the 1970s, producing packaging machines. When his car broke down he took to cycling, devising his own recumbent bicycles and tricycles, with the rider lying back for optimal aerodynamics and having the pedals in front, rather than below.

He considered that the bicycle’s established form was too widely taken as given, to the detriment of innovation. The increasing interest in a wide range of human-powered vehicles in the 1980s liberated his imagination to the point that he could joke: “I’m not the best bicycle designer in the world, I’m the only bicycle designer in the world.”

His breakthrough came from looking beyond the metal – usually steel – tubes that bicycles were conventionally made of. A friend’s father in the aviation industry supplied him with some off-cuts of carbon fibre.

Impregnated with resin, this could be moulded into a strong aerodynamic shape, ideal for track racing. The term monocoque is used for a structure whose loads and forces are held together within a single skin, and Mike said that the imaginative leap needed for his novel vehicle came from seeing a sculpture by Barbara Hepworth.

When, in 1985, the British Cycling Federation put Mike’s monocoque bicycle to the sport’s governing body, the Union Cycliste Internationale (UCI), based in Switzerland, it was rejected. But Mike’s friend Rudy Thomann, who worked for Lotus, got the car manufacturer interested, and in 1990 approval was secured from the UCI.

Unlike most people in the bicycle industry at the time, Mike paid constant attention to aerodynamics. The wind-tunnel testing of the Lotus bicycle indicated time advantages against a regular bicycle similar to those by which Boardman went on to victory over the German pursuit world champion, Jens Lehmann.

The 1992 triumph was not celebrated by the UCI. Mike appreciated concerns that expensive bikes built for rich-world athletes gave unfair advantage, but was convinced that if an event such as the Tour de France could use his faster machines, built on monocoques and aerodynamics, for even its prologue or a time trial, it would showcase the bicycle as a cutting-edge vehicle of the future, rather than of the past. Boardman rode the Lotus to a time-trial victory at the Tour in Lille in 1994, setting a record average speed that stood for more than two decades, convincing both Mike and the UCI that each was right.

That year Mike was recruited by the bicycle manufacturer Giant in Taiwan, from where he oversaw a quieter design revolution, creating the Giant TCR (Total Compact Road) model that has influenced every road bicycle since, perfecting geometries so that the same frame could be made to fit riders of different heights. The development allowed greater standardisation and thus commercialisation of road bicycles, with no compromise in frame rigidity and power. He also worked on mountain bikes and the Giant Halfway folding bike.

In 1996, the UCI produced the Lugano Charter, in effect a formal response to the success and controversy engendered by Mike’s radical designs. It ordained that the sport of cycling should be one of athletes, rather than engineers, and so put down rigid engineering limitations that were the antithesis of Mike’s quest for greater efficiency and speed. As he put it: “I left Giant in 2000 because the UCI was stopping me building better bikes. In the pro scene they are now all production-only.”

After returning from Taiwan, Mike focused on recumbent bicycles and tricycles, seeking further aerodynamic gains. He was a stalwart of the British Human Power Club, organising race track days for club championships, and took pleasure in getting faster each year by virtue of engineering gains that could outstrip his own ageing.

For all that he loved going fast, a pursuit of efficiency motivated him more than speed, and convenience was central to his affection for the engineering opportunities the bicycle afforded. I came to know him through efforts to commercialise the 8Freight, his cargo bicycle named after an old British Rail engine and designed with a relaxed position and steering intended to ensure that everyone – couriers, parents on school runs, gardeners carrying tools and earth – could take easily to it. He believed that bicycles offered the possibility of a better, more efficient society.

Mike was born in St Albans, Hertfordshire, where his father was a cabinet maker who later opened a toy shop, enabling Mike to play with model planes. After leaving school at 15, Mike worked as a machine engineer, married his wife, Tuula, and in 1969 moved to Norwich to work on boats used on the Norfolk Broads. His first engineering success was a machine that packed individual bags of crisps into multipacks, and he set up his own business. An engineering perspective that came from outside bicycle design was often credited for his future willingness to slay its sacred cows, a mission that became a defining feature of his life’s work.

All this was realised in a workshop that was a place of easels and heavy machine tools used if Mike needed to make or modify a part. He always wore overalls and wooden clogs, classical music played, and an archive of newspaper clippings, memorabilia and the bikes themselves gave the air of a living museum. When out birdwatching in the Norfolk countryside he was still open to engineering inspiration.

His book Bicycle Design: Towards the Perfect Machine (2000), went through a number of editions, its title encapsulating his commitment to the vehicle he loved.

He is survived by Tuula and their son, Paul.

🔔 Mike Burrows, bicycle designer, born 17 April 1943; died 15 August 2022

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