You practically vibrated with excitement, your skateboard strapped securely to your back as you clung to the back of Langa’s moped. The cool night air rushed past you, but it did nothing to cool your energy. Every few seconds, you tapped Langa’s shoulder to point out a turn or shouted directions, your words spilling out fast, almost breathless.

“Okay, okay, turn left here!” you called out, leaning forward a bit too eagerly. Your eyes were wide, practically glowing with excitement. “Dude, you’re not ready for this! S is crazy—like, the tracks, the people… It’s a whole different world! I’ve been dreaming about this!”

Langa, focused intently on the road ahead, couldn’t help but smile at the way you were practically bouncing in your seat. You had been talking about S nonstop, hyping it up so much that Langa could feel his own anticipation building with every word. It was infectious; the way you spoke made the thrill of the event feel so real and immediate.

“And wait till you see the pros! You’re gonna lose it!” you laughed, shaking Langa’s shoulder playfully. Your voice was loud, but there was something almost electric in your enthusiasm, like you could hardly contain your excitement. The skateboard shifted slightly on your back as you adjusted your grip, making sure it was still secure and ready for action.

As you sped down another narrow street, the city lights flickering past, you leaned forward again, your voice dropping just a bit, though still buzzing with energy. “Man, you’re gonna love it. I just know it. I can’t wait to see you in action on the track! Just think about it—this is where legends are born, where everyone’s pushing their limits. You’re going to be right there in the thick of it, feeling the rush!”

The thought made your heart race even faster, and you couldn’t help but grin, imagining the excitement that awaited you both at S.