Jax kicked into gear, his front tire lifting as he surged over a stack of rusted shipping containers. The physics of the track were brutal. One misplaced lean and he’d be face-first in the dirt. He hit a massive loop-de-loop, the world spinning in a blur of blue sky and dusty orange earth.
The engines roared at the starting line of the Mojave Desert track, a shimmering haze of heat rising from the sand. Jax gripped the handles of his custom-tuned bike, his knuckles white inside his leather gloves. This wasn't just another race; it was the final stage of the . Jax kicked into gear, his front tire lifting
Mid-air, he saw The Ghost pull a flawless backflip, gaining a speed boost that seemed to defy gravity. Jax didn't panic. He knew the shortcut—a narrow, rickety wooden plank suspended over a canyon. It was a "perfect or nothing" jump. He hit a massive loop-de-loop, the world spinning