Up ahead was an intersection with a red
light, but the left turn lane had a green arrow. That led to Snake
Road, a secluded stretch that was just what Mack had in mind.
Engaging his throttle, he shot into the empty space to Brad’s
right, his engine barely turning over to keep up with the smaller
bike. Brad shook his hair from his face, a damned smirk on his
lips. Neck and neck now, Mack pulled towards the other bike, just a
little at first as a warning and then hard, forcing Brad onto the
shoulder of the road. The kid held the bike steady—at least he
could ride, Mack would give him that. He eased off, allowing Brad
back onto the tarmac and into the turning lane. Nudging his Harley
closer a second time, Mack shot ahead, taking the turn hard as the
light changed.
A quick look over his shoulder showed the
yellow Streetbike revving after him through the turn. Good. The kid
could also take a hint.
Just past the light, railroad tracks ran