An Unusual Showdown

The trucker’s laugh rolled out slow and easy, carrying no edge, no mockery. “A race, huh?” he said, calm as ever. The crowd couldn’t help but glance at each other, a few shaky laughs slipping out. Something about how unbothered he stayed made the air feel even tighter.

Jake glanced toward Rick, hoping for backup, but Rick didn’t budge. Instead, he lifted an eyebrow to let him know he was sitting this one out. Without his wingman, Jake’s whole act started to crack. A face-off between a biker and a trucker doesn’t happen daily, and this one promised fun.