I twisted my throttle and shot through a narrow gap between two abandoned police cars, their flashing lights painting the street in red and blue streaks. The sound of sirens was everywhere now, echoing off the buildings like a mechanical storm.

"Come on, baby," I whispered to my bike as I leaned into a sharp turn. "Keep it together just a little longer."

Behind me, I could see the wreckage of at least three motorcycles scattered across the asphalt, their riders nowhere to be ...