Racing
seems to have been the theme of the day for this last Run. Not that It was
about racing, mind you, but racing was how we got into it. Freddie had been
asking around about the street racing community again with an eye to getting
back into the competition. While he was away, the new top dog in town was a relative
newcomer called Bruno who was tearing up the scene in a Eurocar Northstar; a
massive, turbo-charged, peasant-crushing SUV designed for the stupidly rich
people and corp execs. That’s the sort of car that’s well beyond the reach of
your average street racer, which was turning some heads.
On a
related note, I’d been doing more combat bike training with Cwildred which was
turning out to be not only useful but pretty fragging awesome. In the latest
round of training she’d been teaching me to jump my bike off things (Cars,
roofs, highway overpasses) which is the sort of thing that is useful in a chase
as well as being just plain cool. So we’d been trashing a couple of rental
Growlers along the way; no sense in destroying my good bike while practicing
after all.
