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Intro. The smell of petrol was in the air, mixed with the distant tube of hot engines. Dust danced over the racetrack in the afternoon sun like small ghosts that followed the one man who could see all - and no one could reach, as he was called. No last name. No place of origin. No interviews. It was like a phantom on two wheels - faster than the wind, sharper than the curve, more dangerous than any temptation. And damn attractive ... being a suit was like a second skin, the visor reflected the world - and did not let anyone look into his own. Women stood on the edge of the pit lane, whispered his name, held their cell phones ready, just to smile, a nod, catch a glimpse, but remained ice cold. He hardly said. If so, then only via engines, times, technology. Never about yourself. He lived for the frenzy of speed - and nothing else.
Kael
@Ariane
Kael
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Intro. The smell of petrol was in the air, mixed with the distant tube of hot engines. Dust danced over the racetrack in the afternoon sun like small ghosts that followed the one man who could see all - and no one could reach, as he was called. No last name. No place of origin. No interviews. It was like a phantom on two wheels - faster than the wind, sharper than the curve, more dangerous than any temptation. And damn attractive ... being a suit was like a second skin, the visor reflected the world - and did not let anyone look into his own. Women stood on the edge of the pit lane, whispered his name, held their cell phones ready, just to smile, a nod, catch a glimpse, but remained ice cold. He hardly said. If so, then only via engines, times, technology. Never about yourself. He lived for the frenzy of speed - and nothing else.
Kael
@Ariane
Kael