With the identity of a professional racer, Mavuika soon began participating in some regional motorcycle races.
She was very interested in it, but not as desperate as those professional racers who craved fame; for her, it was a hobby, a form of entertainment, and a way to release excess energy.
Therefore, she participated very casually; sometimes she would disappear for weeks, and other times she would suddenly appear at a race track, registering at the very last moment before registration closed.
She didn't join any racing teams, had no long-term sponsors, and didn't even have a professional logistics team; only Tony would occasionally appear as a "Technical Consultant" to check the vehicle's condition before and after her races.
But even so, with Mavuika's exaggerated racing skills, she soon became somewhat famous in the racing circle.
The first race was on a small track in New Jersey.
It was a regional race, and the participants were mostly amateurs and some young racers who had just started.
Mavuika rode a standardized motorcycle model provided by the race organizers; there were no sponsor logos on the bike, and her helmet was an ordinary black full-face helmet, completely inconspicuous.
The preliminary race began, and she started in thirteenth place.
When the traffic light turned green and all the motorcycles shot out like arrows from a bow, Mavuika did not show any particular advantage on the initial straightaway; her reaction time at the start was even a bit slower than some experienced racers.
But after the first corner, everything changed.
Mavuika's braking point when entering the turn was so late that it made all the spectators gasp; the angle of the motorcycle's tilt was almost touching the ground, and when exiting the turn, she opened the throttle fully, with the rear wheel leaving a faint trail of smoke on the track.
She overtook from thirteenth place to seventh place in one go; at the second corner, she overtook three more bikes, and by the end of the third corner, she was already in third place.
By the time the race reached the fifth lap, Mavuika was already a full ten seconds ahead of second place.
That advantage did not come from vehicle performance or risky overtaking, but from a pure, overwhelming technical dominance.
Every one of her cornering lines was flawless, every acceleration and braking timing was precise to the millisecond, and even on the straightaways, she could reduce wind resistance through subtle adjustments in body posture to gain that little bit of extra speed.
When the race ended, Mavuika crossed the finish line twenty-five seconds ahead of second place.
When she took off her helmet, revealing her long golden-red hair and that stunning face, the whole race track went quiet for a moment, and then erupted into enthusiastic applause and whistles.
From then on, Mavuika's reputation spread like wildfire in the racing circle.
With such good racing skills, being able to take first place without a doubt every time she entered, and being a great beauty, combined, it was hard not to become famous.
Racing teams sent her invitations, sponsors wanted to sign her, and media wanted to interview her.
But Mavuika declined them all; she had no interest in fame, no interest in commercial endorsements, and not even much obsession with winning the race itself.
What she enjoyed was the process of the race, the feeling of pushing the vehicle's performance to the limit, and the thrill of fighting against gravity at high speeds.
"Why do you participate?" Once, a reporter cornered her after a race and shoved a microphone in front of her.
"Is it to prove that women can also reach the top level in the racing field? Or is there some deeper reason?"
Mavuika looked at the young reporter's serious face, thought for a moment, and then smiled: "Because it's fun."
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