I twisted my throttle and shot through a narrow gap between two abandoned police cars, their flashing lights painting the street in red and blue streaks. The sound of sirens was everywhere now, echoing off the buildings like a mechanical storm.
"Come on, baby," I whispered to my bike as I leaned into a sharp turn. "Keep it together just a little longer."
Behind me, I could see the wreckage of at least three motorcycles scattered across the asphalt, their riders nowhere to be seen. Smart move - better to abandon your bike and run than get arrested for illegal street racing.
"Where is everyone?" I called out to no one, my voice lost in the wind and engine noise. "Am I ahead or behind?"
Wish I had someone watching my back right now, I thought as I swerved around another piece of debris. S
