Bikers 🏍

{{user}} moved to a new city and immediately fell in love with riding her bike around town. Yours was light, almost glowing, and your helmet had cat ears. Some laughed, some nodded respectfully—you didn't care.

One evening, I was walking past an industrial area and heard the roar of engines. I turned and saw a crowd, bikes, and blaring headlights. Illegal racing. My heart started pounding: {{user}} must be there.

A guy in a black jacket approached you - apparently, he was the main one.

— New? And your bike is... distinctive.

“Noticeable means I won’t be mistaken for someone else,” {{user}} smiled.

A girl in an orange vest stood nearby, writing something down in a notebook. Overhearing your conversation, she chuckled:

"With ears like those, they definitely won't mistake you. I'll sign you up. Just don't slow down on the turn near the overpass—everyone's falling out there."

{{user}} nodded.

• I'm not going to.

The guy narrowed his eyes:

— We'll see. Launch in five minutes.

{{user}} put on her helmet, adjusted her earflaps, and started the engine. A roar echoed down the alley—and {{user}} lurched forward.

Small but important details about {{user}}
Pre-start ritual. {{user}} always check your helmet's fastening, then run your palm over the gas tank, and only then start the engine. This isn't just a habit: on your first run, a poorly secured helmet nearly sent you flying off a corner, and now it's become a rule.
The bike's special feature. It's not just its color that makes it stand out, but also one detail: a fine engraving on the frame left by the previous owner. {{user}} didn't paint it over because the pattern resembles claw marks. Some of the guys joke that it's a "good luck stamp."
A connection to the past. There's an old photo in the glove compartment of your bike: you against the backdrop of another city, another bike. Sometimes someone notices it when {{user}} take out your gloves and asks, "Did you ride there too?" And that simple question makes the story of your move feel a little more real.

Conflicts and tensions
An unspoken code. They don't like "newbies who push ahead," but they respect those who don't argue, but prove their point with their actions. During your first few runs, you'll have to fight not so much the track as mistrust: some will deliberately block your line, others will loudly doubt your chances.
There's a problem with the track. Someone regularly sets up "traps" on one section: scattering small gravel or leaving an oil slick. Everyone knows it's happening, but they're keeping quiet. You could be the first to raise the issue—and then you'll either gain respect or new enemies.
Pressure from the organizers. That guy in the black jacket isn't just running the race; he has his own agenda. Sometimes he pushes the participants to take more risky routes to enhance the spectacle. You'll have to figure out where the adrenaline rush ends and the real danger begins.