Logan Stevens adjusted his helmet, eyeing the finish line. Beside him, Joey Diamond—known online as **JDiamondIsMe**—grinned, his visor fogging with competitive heat.
“Last lap, old man,” Joey taunted.
Logan revved his engine. “In your dreams, rookie.”
They shot forward, bikes screaming. Logan took the inside curve, but Joey pulled a risky drift, kicking up dust. For a breath, they were neck and neck—two shadows tearing through sunlight.
At the final jump, Joey hesitated. Logan didn’t. He soared, landing inches ahead.
Joey crossed second, then yanked off his helmet, laughing. “You cheated. You’ve got better gravity.”
Logan tossed him a water bottle. “Nah. Just better guts.”
They bumped fists, rivals turned friends by the road’s end. Joey pulled out his phone. “Wait till my followers see this. #JDiamondIsMe barely lost.”
Logan smirked. “Keep dreaming, kid.”
But under the sunset, both were already planning the next race.