Billion Mafia Bikers

Bike Race

I start the bike and rev the engine.

I see the flag drift down and the ref gets the whistle ready.

Lights flash on the darkened road as the moon shines above.

Cheering fills the air.

Bets are placed.

I roll up to the starting line.

My opponent rolls up next to me.

The whistle blows.

The race starts.

The smell of burning rubber fils my nose for a second before I'm speeding down the dark road with adrenaline filling my body.

I swerve to the side and curve down the road at a blinding pace and my opponent is close behind.

I keep a steady lead.

My opponent catches up to me.

We're neck and neck.

I push forward. I will not lose.

I urge my bike to go faster. I will not lose.

The flag flies up and my wheel crosses the finish line.

I'm showered in praise and cheers.

"Did you see that....mom?" I whispered to the stars.