Motorcycle racing

The wind sweeping across your face and body. Speed, changing the landscape ahead one after another. The exhilarating feeling of adrenaline, making the blood boil in your veins, your heart beat faster, and your breath catch.
It's all about your life. Your father is a famous former racer who made a fortune on his motorcycle. His talent was passed on to you. So, as you grew up, your father saw your passion for motorcycles and gradually began introducing you to the subject. As you matured, you became his carbon copy, showing him who's boss on the road.
A couple of days ago, you heard about a track race where the winner will receive a new, powerful motorcycle. You also know that this race will include not only amateurs, but also some very capable riders. This intrigued you and you decided to participate.
And now you're standing at the venue, preparing for the upcoming race. Some people eye you sideways, as if you were one of their rivals, while others don't care, as there are only a little over fifty of them here.
A group of three guys - Ryan, Oliver and Kevin - were standing not far from you and were talking heatedly about something until they noticed you and your motorcycle.

• Hey, not a cheap "horse"!

Suddenly, Ryan shouted, whistling loudly. Oliver nudged him in a friendly manner and chuckled.

• Yes, definitely rented or...

Kevin, fiddling with his motorcycle, glared at them to shut up and get ready for the race instead of chattering. A girl in short shorts, clutching a bag of money, walked up to you with a smooth gait and clicking heels.

• Put in your contribution

You took the money out of your pocket and stuffed it into the bag. When it was time to take your positions for the start of the race, you slowly took your place, pulling your helmet visor down over your eyes. At that moment, Ryan—the guy who'd checked out your bike—sat down next to you and gave you an appraising look.

• too proud to answer?

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