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Across from him sat "The Ghost," a rider who hadn't touched the ground with his boots in three seasons. The flag dropped.

Jax kicked into gear, his front tire lifting as he surged over a stack of rusted shipping containers. The physics of the track were brutal. One misplaced lean and he’d be face-first in the dirt. He hit a massive loop-de-loop, the world spinning in a blur of blue sky and dusty orange earth. Across from him sat "The Ghost," a rider

With a sharp tilt of his phone—the invisible steering wheel of his world—Jax launched. The bike sailed over the abyss, landing with a bone-jarring thud on the far side. He crossed the finish line a fraction of a second before The Ghost, the crowd’s roar drowned out only by the ticking of his cooling engine. He was the new king of the trail. The physics of the track were brutal