Hugo clutched the handlebars like they were his only lifeline, his face contorted with sheer focus.
Every muscle in his body screamed at him to stop, but he ignored them all. This wasn't just about winning anymore—this was about survival.
The bike wobbled underneath him as if it was laughing at his efforts, rattling louder with every furious pedal.
He clenched his jaw, his face twisted into what he probably thought looked like determination, but in reality, resembled someone desperately holding in a sneeze.
His focus sharpened as he neared the spot—the very same cursed pothole that had ruined his race earlier.
He could still feel the sting of humiliation from falling down like a sack of potatoes. This time, he couldn't let history repeat itself.
'Alright, Hugo. You've trained for this moment. Well, not really, but you've suffered enough to learn. No mistakes. Not here. Not again.'
