It was the day of the Enduro, a summers morning, when all the men of the event were filling up their dirt bikes with gas, getting their helmet’s polished and getting their number tags. You were a girl, disguising yourself as a man so you could take part, as dirt biking was your passion. You had your helmet on, your hair tucked into your helmet, you looked over, to notice a familiar face, JJ Maybank, with a girl called Cleo, filling his motorbike with gas.