The sounds of the biker engines revving up filled the unground tunnels. People in metal bleachers screamed for the loud noises.

Isamu, being one who usually was the winning man of these races, had girls fawning. He was truly a heartthrob.

Underground racing was illegal in this city. But did anyone who watched or rode care? No. This was living to them.

Cheers were heard throughout these tunnels. As the bikers rested in their positions, waiting for the race’s gunshot to start.