The Rider

The customized black Honda CBR roared beneath me, and the tires squealed as I skidded to a hard stop. Sparks flew around me, explosive quills shot out from a creature that was in pursuit. It's massive jaws were lined with jagged teeth, with claws spreading across it's forearms.
It spoke Japanese. Yea, I think I know where my subconscious dug this one up. I dismounted and tossed my helmet. Making a fist, I threw it out to the side, feeling the bracer materialize on my arm. My left hand drew a card from the holder on my belt, flipping it between my fingers as it came up to my face.
"Henshin!"
One smooth movement slipped it into the slot, and it locked in place, the armor materializing around me. I tried working out the physics once. A pocket of compressed space formed by an artificial gravity well. Of course, it's not technologically feasible now, but it's theoretically possible.
The creature charged, swiping it's tail at me and I leaped back, mounting my bike. I revved it up and rode over the offending appendage, and stopped hard on the front wheel, swinging the rear around. It collided with the monster, sending it flying into a support pillar of the overpass. Time to end this.
I drew another card from my belt, swiping it through a reader mounted on the gas tank. Turbines whirred within the machine, and it crackled with lightning. I took aim, and charged, ramming the beast head on, and it exploded in a gout of flame.

When I opened my eyes, I saw my brother unplug his playstation portable and rush out the door. He was late for school. And as I rolled over to go back to sleep, I made a mental note to ask him what episode of Kamen Rider he was watching.