The racing girl

A pink racing bike pulled up next to you at the traffic lights. You couldn't see her face because of her tinted helmet, but it was a girl. She revved her engine and challenged you to a race. You accelerated and pulled ahead of her. Then suddenly blue lights flashed. She accelerated and you were stopped by the police car. Three months without a license and your biker friends laughing at you—that was the result of that race. Now, after almost five months, you see the pink motorcycle again and the blonde girl riding it. Annoyed, you pull up next to her to yell at her, but when you look at her face, you don't know what to say anymore.