The conditions are Muddy. Your tires churn up splatters of earth with every tight curve you hug, leaving a decisive trail behind you as you throttle ahead. a jump rises out of the track ahead and you grip your handlebars tighter, smiling wide beneath your face Mask. This is playtime. You accelerate ahead, springing into attack position and then let go of the handlebars altogether as you soar through the air and into a perfect landing. Rider No. 7 comes into view, the only competitor ahead of you for now. You plow around the inside line and bang bars, edging him further off the track and out of your way. he wobbles, fighting to regain his balance and you seize the Moment to inch that Much closer to the checkered flag. Will the parade lap be yours?