Part One
Willow pulled her bike into the go slot. She hated this part, the tension of waiting. She could see Spike smile at her from the sides. It was the first match race she had decided to enter. Spike had arranged it for her. He had told her that she would do great. Willow knew that Spike wanted her to win, so she was gonna give it her all.
The race was off. The girl was along side Willow for the first few laps. Willow concentrated on the feel of her bike. She rounded the corners smoothly, and tried to keep an even hold on the throttle of the bike. It was a short race, only five laps compared to the usual ten to fifteen.
Willow raced around the next curve. She kept her body tightly gripped to the motorcycle. She just had to finish this lap to win. The next second a slim, black racing bike passed her. Willow went to cut her off, and found herself on the too wide side of a turn. She cursed as the bike steadily pulled in front of her. She finished the lap in second place. Willow pulled up beside Spike. “Sorry Spike. I let her catch me off guard.” She hung her head in shame.
“Red.” Willow looked at him. “It was a match race, and I lost. Damn it Spike, I thought you said I was good at this.” Willow sighed and sat on her bike. “Willow you are good at this. You wanted to do the match race remember?” Willow nodded. “I thought I would win it.”
The winner of the race pulled up beside Spike. The girl took off her helmet. “Spike! You said the lass was great, but she’s incredible.” Willow’s mouth hung open. The girl was Shamrock Shannon. The bast racer in the world, and a serious contender in the World Gold Sweeps. Willow’s mouth hung open. Shannon smiled. “Spike, she doesn’t race in the underworld does she?” Spike shook his head no. “Great! I don’t think I could handle the competition.” Shannon held out her hand to Willow. “Nice to meet you finally. If I have to listen to Spike tell me how great you are one more time, I just might stake him.” Willow held out her hand. “I’m Willow, but my racing name is Crimson.” Shannon smiled. “I’m Shannon, but most people know me as Shamrock Shannon.”
Willow hit Spike on the arm. “You let me race against the best racer
in the world?” Shannon laughed. “I begged him to let me race you. You’re
incredible. You could be in the World Gold Sweeps. Actually you’re better
than most of the sludge I have to beat.”
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