I waited on my bike, feeling the cold air brushing against my face. My helmet was in my hand, and I kept looking at the empty track like I was waiting for someone who wanted to annoy me on purpose. The crowd whispered, confused that the mysterious rider wasn’t here yet. I wasn’t confused. I was excited. My heart kept beating fast because, finally, I was going to race her one-on-one.

For a moment, I started to think she didn't want to show up. At least she should give us a head-up if ...