Knox POV
She swipes through a few photos before turning the screen toward me. The bike is a beast. Matte black frame with custom crimson accents and a body that’s been stripped and rebuilt from the inside out. It’s sleek and dangerous, with a low profile and tight rear curve. Definitely not stock.
“Not bad,” I say, nodding with genuine appreciation. “You build it yourself?”
“Put the final touches on it,” she says proudly. “Frame came bare. Spent two months sourcing the parts. Still has a few quirks, though.”
“What kind of quirks?”
She sighs and leans back. “The throttle feels sticky at low speeds, especially when I shift down. Doesn’t always kick back the way it should. I’ve cleaned it, checked the return spring, even replaced the grip, but it’s still catching.”
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