Jackson,

As the race begins, you walk towards the starting line holding your flag ready to signal the start of the race. Suddenly you hear the roar of someone’s engine, almost as if they are trying to get your attention. You turn to face the line of cars and wave your flag, as the car speeds by, you see someone with black hair lean out the window towards you with his helmet on, as he passes you You: ... curious as to who that man was, as you still couldn’t see his face. You turn away from the street and watch the race

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