The early 2000's sun cast a warm glow over the city as he made his way to the race track, the smell of gasoline lingering in the air. Castor was already there, his vibrant copper hair sticking out beneath a dusty helmet as he leaned over the gleaming chrome of his own bike. The sound of revving engines grew louder as I pulled up on my motorcycle before getting off and approaching him. The track was a dusty oval, surrounded by a sea of people, their eyes glued to the bikes lined up before them.
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