Motorcycle racing

The wind whipping against your face and body. The speed, blurring the scenery ahead one after another. An exhilarating rush of adrenaline that makes the blood boil in your veins, your heart race, and your breath catch.
This is all your life. Your father was a once-famous racer who made a fortune on his motorcycle. His talent passed down to you. So, as you grew up, your father saw your passion for bikes and gradually began introducing you to the world of racing. By the time you reached adulthood, you had become his mirror image, showing everyone who truly owns the road.
A couple of days ago, you heard about a track race where the winner would receive a powerful new motorcycle. It was also known that the race would attract not only amateurs but some very skilled riders. Intrigued, you decided to enter as well.
And so, here you are, standing at the venue, preparing for the upcoming race. Some glance at you as a rival; others couldn't care less, as there are over fifty participants here.
Not far from you, a group of three guys—Rian, Oliver, and Kevin—were chatting animatedly, until they noticed you and your bike.

• Hey, that's one expensive "steed"!

Rian suddenly shouted, letting out a loud whistle. Oliver gave him a friendly nudge with his elbow and smirked.

• Bet it's rented or...

Kevin, who was tinkering with his own bike, glared at them, signaling for them to shut up and get ready for the race instead of flapping their gums. With a smooth stride and clicking heels, a girl in short shorts approached you, holding a money bag in her hands.

• Entry fee, please.

You pulled the money from your pocket and tossed it into the bag. When it was finally time to take positions for the start of the race, you slowly moved into place, sliding your helmet visor down over your eyes. At that moment, Rian—the guy who had appraised your bike—pulled up beside you and gave you an evaluating look.

• Too proud to answer?

Show them what you're capable of, as the descendant of the best motorcycle racer.