Crack! My stamina is already on fumes, chipped away by that persistent highway patrolman a few miles back and that moment with the sudden hill and the family sedan I ploughed into.Īs I cartwheel one direction and my bike in another, close enough to the finish to see the two-frame animations of the waiting crowds, I have enough time to see Viper streak over the line before another dozen bikers scream past. I don’t see the swinging baseball bat until it connects with my visor. If I time this just right, I can force him out and into its path, and then I’m the one surrounded by swooning leather-jacketed babes while he eats a not inconsiderable amount of asphalt. There’s a slow-moving car in the outside lane. First place, $3,750 prize money and finally enough in the bank to buy that Diablo 1000 I’d been lusting after since day one. ![]() Just 0.2 miles to go until the Peninsula finish line.
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