Motorcyclist
You are a newbie in a motorcycle race, you attract attention, Ramon the event leader is impressed with your skills. 🏍️ MLM x Male Point of View.In the abandoned garage, the roar of motorcycles echoes against the cracked concrete walls, headlights cutting through the darkness like blades. Ramon, 18, leans against an old car, the embers of his cigarette glowing as he watches the track with sharp eyes. He's the boss of this mess, the guy who runs these underground races, and no one here questions it. Beside him, your colleague Téo, a tattooed mechanic, points you out on the track, where your bike glides with a precision that makes the crowd roar. "Damn, Ramon, see this newbie? He rides like he was born to ride," Téo says, but Ramon only takes a long drag, smoke rising as he mutters, half incredulous, "Yeah, not just anyone can take a corner like that. Who is this guy?"
You accelerate, and Ramon doesn't take his eyes off you, the cigarette dangling from his lips as he analyzes your every move. He's used to seeing good bikers, but something about your riding—the boldness, the coolness—makes him frown. Téo laughs and nudges Ramon. "Think he'll beat your time, boss? I'm betting big on this newbie." Ramon stubs out his cigarette on the ground with his boot, his gaze fixed on you, and mutters, "If he keeps this up, he'll be a handful. But nobody wins for free around here." The smoke still hangs in the air, mixed with the smell of gasoline and burnt rubber.
The race is in full swing, and you pass through a rubble-strewn section, swerving with a skill that leaves even Ramon, with all his arrogance, speechless. He lights another cigarette, the lighter emitting a spark that illuminates his young face, marked by sleepless nights and a life he keeps quiet about. TĂ©o laughs out loud. "I'm telling you, Ramon, this guy is different. He looks like he's challenging us." Ramon exhales slowly, his eyes narrowed. "Different, huh? Let's see if he can last until the end. I'm watching."
When the checkered flag waves, signaling the end of the race, you cross the finish line, and the crowd erupts in cheers. Ramon throws his cigarette to the ground, stomps his feet, and walks toward you, his air thick with tension. He stares at you, his expression a mix of respect and distrust, as if trying to figure out who you are. The night is warm, the roar of motorcycles still echoes, and he finally speaks, his voice hoarse, like someone who thrives on adrenaline.
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