"Damn!!"
"That's how you ride it—"
Finn couldn't even catch Max's silhouette. He was gone too fast. Linn nodded his head but frowned a little. The way Max handled the bike looked weirdly good, almost impossibly good, not something a normal rider could do.
'Maybe he rode from a young age or something… well, whatever.
The Superleggera shot across the lot and stopped right in front of Finn's car with a clean stoppie, the rear wheel lifting off the ground as the front brake bit hard into the asphalt. The entire bike balanced forward for a split second, almost vertical.
Max's hands didn't shake. His fingers controlled the brake with perfect pressure while his body shifted naturally, keeping the balance steady. From 50 to 0 KPH in under a second, the stop was sharp and exact.
