โThe scariest attachments are the ones willingly chosen.โ
Jay cinched his gloves and adjusted his helmet, the rhythmic click of the buckle signaling the end of his preparation. He swung a leg over the bike, joining the line of racers as they moved toward the starting grid. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of exhaust and the primal roar of engines, a deafening wall of sound that drowned out the frantic howling of the crowd.




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