The starting line evaporated in a haze of white smoke and the high-pitched shriek of Elena’s turbine. I felt the Norton’s front wheel fight the ground as the new Engine engaged, the variable-compression valves adjusting in a heartbeat to handle the sudden, massive torque. The power was unlike anything I had ever felt a raw, surging force that wanted to tear the handlebars from my grip. I didn't fight it; I leaned into it, becoming the missing link in the machine’s evolution.
Elena was a silver streak ahead of me, her white-clad riders fanning out like a defensive wall. They weren't just racing; they were tacticians, blocking the narrow lanes between the towering stacks of shipping containers. I shifted into fourth, the engine’s growl deepening into a predatory roar.
"Stay on her six, Mia
