The race exploded to life. I felt a lot of rush as I started. Engines screamed, fire spits from exhausts. The ground shook under my wheels as I shot forward, tearing past almost everyone I passed by. The crowd roared my name, loud and wild, but I blocked it out. This was where I breathe.

The road opened ahead of me, it was sharp and dark. I leaned into the speed, feeling the bike answer me like it always does. I made all my turns and moves, the felt so smooth and clean. But that's the ...