Before long, with the roar of engines, eight motorcycles started one after the other, ascending along the winding mountain road.
Once they reached the summit, the race would officially begin. Whoever first burst through the parking lot at the base of the mountain would be the champion.
The organizers stationed observers with handheld cameras near most of the curves, and relayed commentary via walkie-talkies, so the spectators at the base of the mountain could be fully involved and not get bored.
Xiao Ming returned to the parking lot, and Shen Siyi handed him a bottle of ice-cold beer and asked, "You know that female rider?"
"You suspecting me of pulling some trick again?" Xiao Ming countered without answering.
Shen Siyi shook his head, "If you knew the Ducati rider, I might have suspected something, but if that female rider isn't up to par, no amount of trickery on your part would make any difference."
