When  we last left our hero, he was mud splattered,  limping and cursing freely at the Chute.  

But the story begins long before that …  

Our hero crash landed on a strange planet with two traveling companions (a third was not so lucky).  The intrepid band of explorers swam to shore and quickly found a hospitable, if not home-like land much like the one they had left years before.  Their excitement soon turned to terror upon realizing the most economical mode of travel was a machine not unlike the bicycle each remembered riding as a child on that distant orb they knew as home.  

The two companions soon succumbed to the ravages of this new mode of travel and to the strange ways  of the new land’s inhabitants.  Our hero was on his own.  Befriending a few friendly locals, he began to share their affinity for the crude transportation and skin-hugging attire.  He even led a few more locals to perfect the now time-honored tradition of operating these mechanical beasts for long stretches at a time.  

Soon, however, he would come to be loathed by the leaders of the land. He would strike out on his own with nothing but a battered machine and a native female to seek, in the words of the native leader, his destiny.

It is here that we find our hero, searching the land in search of like-minded beings who ride simply because it feels so good when they stop.