Back in my past life, I spent two full years in the Northern Territories. I tore up every single ice and snow track there, and developed a custom suspension tuning setup built specifically for the most frozen, unforgiving roads.
The "King of the North" race motorcycles that the Gray Wolf Team runs now? Their core chassis tech? I sold that to them back in my past life.
But that was all a lifetime ago. Colt has no clue. He doesn't even realize the tech he's been relying on this whole time came from the very guy he's dead set on crushing right now.
"But I'm not heading up north for him." I stepped over to the national race circuit map pinned to the wall, dragged my finger slowly up from the southern regions all the way north, and stopped it on a cluster of jagged snow-capped peaks. "The bi
