Sirbao 58 [upd]

He heaved his weight down on the lever.

Jax pulled off his helmet, gasping for air. The gate keeper ran out, taking the drive-core from his saddlebag.

Old Man Kian stepped out, wiping his hands on a rag that looked older than the city itself. He had built the 58 series forty years ago, back when the world still had highways instead of canyons. sirbao 58

He hit the Spillway straightaway. The filtration plant loomed ahead. He had two minutes.

"C'mon, don't die on me," Jax yelled into the wind. "You're the 58! You don't quit!" He heaved his weight down on the lever

The neon sign flickered above the garage door, buzzing like a trapped insect. It read in bold, faded chrome letters.

"You're insane," the guard said, looking at the bike. "Nobody crosses the Spillway in a storm. Not on that antique." Old Man Kian stepped out, wiping his hands

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Clunk.

"Come on, you old beast," Jax whispered. He twisted the throttle, smelling the rich scent of synthetic high-octane fuel.