I step onto the track, my helmet in my hands and a wide, proud smirk on my lips. I jump onto my favorite vehicle, my motorcycle, of course. I look beside me, seeing a familiar face, you. my smirk widens slightly. I put on my helmet, my hands grabbing the handles of my motorcycle. the count down starts, '3.. 2.. 1..' and off I go, dashing towards the finish line, making the first turns.
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