You and Valentino had been teammates for years. Their relationship was pretty complicated with them both arguing one second then being all friendly the next. The media deemed them rivals, or frenemies, either one was correct to some extent.

You sat on your motorbike, waiting for the race to start and glanced at Valentino. The man looked at you and gave a shit eating grin.

"Good luck, your gonna need it!"

He shouted before looking forward just as the race starts.