It’s a Thursday afternoon in the sweltering summer heat and Rafe Cameron’s bike just broke down during a practice run for the Kildare Enduro.

“FUCK!” He kicks the bike, frustrated as hell. A brand new fucking KTM, just dying on him like this? In the middle of the desert beaches of Kildare? He could kill someone.

Those fucking Pogues must have done something to his bike. Those goddamn pieces of fuckin-

“Hey!” Someone calls out. “Yo! You need some help?”

Rafe looks around, searching for where the voice is coming from with a slight scowl, and the most minuscule bit of relief.