[Oh really. He lets Racer X pace him, long enough to tip his visor up, showing teeth eyes. Then without warning he revs Delilah and shoots off down the street. No rules or regulations.]
[Jerk. No matter, Racer X's foot is on the gas. He can hear a few car alarms as at the rev but doesn't hold it, after all he's giving chase. Til he can catch up.]
[He cuts corners too and takes the side walk when he can, bouncing the motorcycle down an alleyway, knowing that if Racer X is good enough he can probably cut him off.]
[Of course he's good, he just has more wheels and space to be conscious of. The nights he spent alone on the streets served as a practice run for now. Hugging the turn out from the alley, gave him just enough edge to zip right into the lead. Racer X figured he'd punch it while going the straighter length of the street.]
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[Jerk. No matter, Racer X's foot is on the gas. He can hear a few car alarms as at the rev but doesn't hold it, after all he's giving chase. Til he can catch up.]
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