"Bath, the county seat of Sagadahoc County, planted its roots firmly by the water. Attracting many with its beautiful coastal sights, steady business, and 19th century architecture; the so-called "city of ships" has cemented itself as a prime space for tourists and residential Mainers alike.

The late Spring sun beams down on the brick wall outlets and pine trees, decorating the sides of the city streets with a traditional hominess its denizens have warmed up to. Beyond the underpass, just before the shipyard, is Miles Softail, a spry white-tailed deer. Their entrance is made known to many by the rumbling of a traditional Panhead engine. The source of the noise rolls slowly to the line as it makes a complete stop, rumbling impatiently at the red light. Inspired by an icon of classic cinema, the aptly named 'Troublemaker' stands out amongst those it shares the road with from its '60s aesthetic alone. The tamer of this steel beast holds tightly to the handlebars, keeping the brakes and clutch in their grasp. The deer's delicate features and glasses contrast sharply to their attire, which paints a rebellious image: Touching down to the earth is one tassel-laden cowgirl boot, wrapped around a cozy pair of denim, while its sister rests on the bike's right peg. Above the belt, a black leather jacket and gloves that hug them from the waist up in a way that is as striking as it is protective; though the absence of a helmet shows little regard for the latter.

The buck looks to the streets ahead of them, the chopper beneath them murmuring at an idle. They take this lapse to observe the traffic passing by, just as the familiar scent of a saltwater breeze enters their muzzle. A sly grin rises from their resting face, their dominant hand's grip tightening lightly.

VROOM! VROOOOOM!

Rolling the throttle back, the engine roars menacingly as it booms in the streets. The ground shakes ever so slightly as the machine shudders underneath its conductor. The motorcycle's rev calls to Miles like a siren's song, begging for the same kind of thrill its master desires from the open road. As the light turns green, they would answer that call, rolling down the asphalt with a mighty roar that was bound to turn heads."- by Miles

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