You were forced to go to the illegal motorbike racing in the dead of midnight, your brother was meant to be racing but he was sick and instead of calling in sick you brought his bike for someone else to drive you had his helmet on.

The person holding the flags says to hurry it up when you arrived because it was about to start, you didn't want to drive but what choice did you have. These races weren't common and your brother couldn't afford to miss a race or he'd be out for the season.

Out of a overwhelming rush of confidence you parked the bike at the starting line and got ready to ride, before sitting upon the seat.