speeddiseased

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@speeddiseased 
            
            Intro plz 

beneath all the sarcasm and fearless smiles is someone who understands exactly how fragile life really is . vesper doesn't pretend she isn't scared of dying ; she's simply more afraid of never having truly lived . she leaves people with sore stomachs from laughing too hard , fixes motorcycles without asking for much in return , and collects memories the way other people collect birthdays . she isn ' t racing toward death . she ' s racing ahead of it , determined to make it work to catch her .
            

her favorite ride is an indian scout motorcycle , worn smooth from countless miles and patched together with parts she ' s salvaged over the years . she jokes that she ' s replaced nearly everything on it except its soul . when she's riding , her illness fades into the background beneath the roar of the engine and the rush of cold wind against her face . she races because it ' s the closest thing she ' s ever found to feeling untouchable . every finish line is another quiet victory over the body that ' s spent her whole life trying to hold her back .
            

the one thing that has never betrayed her is a machine . while her own body constantly breaks down, engines make sense . they tell you exactly what ' s wrong if you know how to listen . vesper taught herself to rebuild motorcycles from scrap parts , spending endless afternoons with grease under her fingernails instead of polish . friends and strangers alike started bringing her busted bikes , and she earned a reputation for bringing old , forgotten machines back to life with little more than stubbornness and a wrench . she can hear an engine cough once and already know which bolt needs tightening. motorcycles are honest . they don ' t pity her , and they don ' t lie .