Dani’s POV
Technical inspection started at six in the morning, and the line of motorcycles waiting to be checked stretched all the way across the fairground lot and around the corner of the main building.
"Stay close and pay attention," Hank told me as we pushed Iron Blade's first bike toward the inspection tent. "This is not like checking bikes in our garage. These officials do not care about your feelings. If something is one millimeter out of spec, they stamp a red mark on your sheet and send you to the back of the line. You do not argue. You fix it and come back."
The first station was frame and chassis measurement. An official with a clipboard and a digital caliper checked every weld point, every bolt diameter, and every structural dimension against the rulebook numbers. I watched
