*BOOOM*
The bike roared onto the empty Autobahn, the engine note turning deep and violent as the throttle opened fully, the speed climbing higher and higher with no traffic ahead to slow him down.
The cold night air rushed past like a wall, street lights stretching into long yellow lines on both sides. Max's face, which had been serious all evening because of the Blanka stuff, finally loosened, a small smile forming inside the helmet.
Even at 220 KPH, everything looked slower to him, not because the world changed, but because his eyes caught every detail sharper, every car far ahead, every lane line, every reflection on the road.
*BROOM* *CLACK* *CLACK*
The dry clutch kept rattling under pressure as he shifted up cleanly, gear after gear snapping in place. 240… 260… 280. The wind started fighting back hard, the front getting light, the bike trembling slightly as air pushed against his chest and shoulders.
