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Holly’s comments from the The Pitstop Articles (C) Holly Wolfe group.

"One of many, my friend," Knightmare told him and smiled again.

Knightmare grinned. "Sorry, you don't like the frown?" he teased, sticking his tongue out, which had a silver ball through it.

Knightmare frowned. "I told you before, call me Knightmare. My real name I won't disclose," he said.

((That's okay!))

Knightmare looked back and forth from Ranger to Cobra. He took a step backwards, feeling Ranger's breath on his face. "Okay," he said to Ranger. He looked at Cobra. "It was exhilarating," he replied. Then, "Mind telling me your names? Right now I'm calling you Guy 1"-pointing at Cobra-"and you Guy 2."-pointing at Ranger-

Knightmare blinked at him, confused. "You have to do that?" he asked. He had played Need for Speed before and there was nothing like that on the game. He nodded to Ranger anyways. "Understood. So uh. . . . what do you want?"

Knightmare had seen it coming. The corvette shot past him two seconds before he shot past the finish line. He he lost his first race but it had been close. Now all he had to worry about was Ranger's prize. He brought the bike to a screeching stop.

Knightmare watched Ranger drop back, knowing full well that it was intentional. He gritted his teeth and held the throttle steady. With his thumb, he jabbed a special button on the end of the handle bar, releasing a shot of nitrous and propelling forward at a little faster rate. He wasn't stupid, he had seen the movies. The only way to win was to have some installed on your ride. He tilted the bike so that it swept in front of the corvette's path. It would slow Ranger down but probably not for long. He didn't have much time and every extra second counted. They were halfway through the second lap, meaning Knightmare was 3/4 of the way to winning. My first race, he thought on the verge of excitement.

Knightmare zoomed out of the start line a little clumsily in Ranger's dust. He gritted his teeth as he climbed to 60, then 70, and beyond. He could see the round brake lights of the corvette. They didn't appear to be pulling away. Instead, they were becoming bigger which could only mean he was getting closer. He pulled out the throttle harder. He was even with the corvette now and stole a glance at Ranger's face. There was a look of pure pleasure there. He seemed to be enjoying it. Not for long, Knightmare thought biting his lip. His front tire was even with the corvette's front fender. They rode like that for quite a while. It didn't appear to Knightmare that he could pull even an inch in front and he knew his motorcycle had no more, it was at its limit, but from the sound the corvette was making, it seemed as though it could push farther. He sucked in a breath praying to whatever god was listening that the corvette wouldn't inch ahead.

Knightmare nodded. "Let's do this," he said, revving his engine.

Knightmare rolled his eyes and maneuvered his motorcycle to the start line. He glanced back as the corvette roared to life. He gulped.

Knightmare seemed to seriously consider it for a moment. Ranger was an attractive man but something stopped Knightmare. He'll kiss anyone, no emotion behind it. He doesn't love me, he thought. He's no better than all of my exes. With a shake of his head, Knightmare went over to his motorcycle and mounted it. "Start line here too?" he asked.

Knightmare turned to Cobra as well, waiting. So it's Cobra, he thought.

Knightmare ground his teeth together. "A favor. . . within reason, right?" he finally said. "Okay," he agreed. "Let's go."

Knightmare scowled for a moment. "I'll be fine to bet wheels once I have a few victories and the cash prizes," he said. "Uh. . . What else would be practical to wager?" he asked almost to himself. "Hmm. . . . I-I really don't know. . . What do you want?"

Knightmare ground his teeth together. Sure, he knew it was how street racers operated but still. . . . "Hey now," he said. "If you take my ride, I won't have any. . . And I can't afford another one. I'd be willing to wager just about anything else, just not that. . ."

((Goodreads died for a while))

"Which are?" he asked. Then, "And if you win?"

((^^))

Knightmare tried not to flinch at the contact. A corvette? Gods, was he ready for this? He stamped down his doubt and nodded. "She is beautiful," he agreed. "Where's the track?"

((Well, Ranger is number one. He should win but it should be a close finish))

"Let's go," Knightmare said. "What you drive?"

Knightmare blushed under the helmet. "Race you?" he repeated. "Fine." he agreed, setting his jaw firmly. He would show them. He would beat the street racer!