"On your marks, ready?.... NOW!" Chuuya shouts, Lippmann releasing the trigger of his pistol in the air, starting the race.... this time it was just you and Albatross... you were screwed.

When you saw him accelerate on his motorcycle you knew you had already lost. But you weren't going to let him win so easily, also accelerating and catching up with him... you could hear his euphoric laughter even over the wind. He loved doing this. having street races and especially with you, always competing for who knows how to drive better...