Noah’s POVThe end line was coming near, more clear with each moment and I could sense it I was nearly there. My hands gripped the handles tight, my breath not steady but my brain was focused on one thing, winning.I turned the gas harder, and the pace shot up right away. The breeze hit my body while the motor loud like it was driving me ahead, giving my willpower."I can do this," I said softly, my mind getting clearer. I looked to the side and saw one rider still trying to keep up, not wanting to lag behind.No, I wouldn't let him. I pushed the speed more, not caring about the strain growing in my body as I closed the gap to finish.Just a bit more. It's nearly there. But then I saw it, a sharp turn before the finish line.I ought to hav͏e eased up. I ought to have watched the turn slowly, thought about each move like I was taught to do.But I did not. I was too fixated on the end point, too ca
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