At first, I wasn't interested about racing today, but when my friend asked me too I just had to. She always loved seeing me race, and I loved to make her happy. So I came.
I threw the oil canister in the trash after emptying it fully into my bike's tank. I took a deep breath, taking one glance around the small group of people standing on the sidewalk.
I lifted my tinted visor down, and pulled up to the starting line, a.k.a the crosswalk at the lights. It would be fairly quiet if not for the people chatting.
- Look, it's Angel Dust! -Someone from the little group yelled. I turned my head to look at them, giving them a little nod and waving. I noticed that it was a teenage boy. I wondered how this young fella ended up here, but I figured he came with his older friends or something like that.
I switched the kill-switch, so I don't use up any of the gas that I have right now. I can't run out of gas during this race.
Luckily, I wasn't racing with anybody who was an actual rival of mine today. It was just a friend who I had met a few weeks ago at that race I won.
I totally 100% didn't force him to race with me just so I don't gotta stress.
***
After a few minutes, a bigger audience gathered. It was nothing too big though, as these races are fortunately not exactly popular so we have a high chance of not getting caught.
I looked at the crowd, and noticed a pretty tall looking guy in it, who was looking at me. His face was so familiar, for some reason. As I squinted my eyes to see his face better I realized he had heterochromia. Oh, he was walking past me and my friend earlier, that's why I recognize him. He goes to these races?
I felt my heart start to beat a little bit faster than usual as we made eye contact. I don't know how he does it, but he knows how to stare directly at my eyes even when he doesn't see them. It's probably just the little adrenaline rush I get before every race.
All my thoughts about that guy faded as I heard some more engines roaring in the back. I turned around to see that it was a few more other people on their bikes who were going to race today. And one of them was my friend, Liam!
I waved to him, and he pulled up next to me on his BMW S1000RR.
- Hey, Angel. - Liam said, flipping his kill switch. He raised his visor, to reveal his emerald green eyes.
- What's up, Liam? - I responded.
- I'm excited, to be honest. And a little scared. It's my first time racing with you and I've seen you do some scary shit during races so... - Liam trailed off, and then chuckled.
- Ah, that's what I always hear. I'll try to go easy on you, but I can't promise that. - I replied back, a grin spreading across my face under my helmet.
*** Me and Liam positioned our bikes in front of the cross walk, and turned on our engines. I gave my bike a couple of revs for good measure, and he did too.
I watched the girl walking in front of us, between our bikes. She had two flags in her hand, and she lifted them up in the air. I gave her outfit a quick scan. I was honestly impressed at how she didn't even feel cold at all. It was 9PM, and she was in short jean shorts, and in a tube top. But hey, she looked hot as hell in them anyway.
The engines of both our bikes started roaring as we held down the gas, making sure we have a fast start.
- 3! - I heard her yell.
- 2! -
- 1... Go! - She said lastly, throwing her hands down.
And almost instantly, me and Liam sped off.
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