Chapter 108: The Origin of the Speedway
On the Speedway, many motorcycles sped past, coming and going.
And a piece of news was spreading among the Bōsōzoku with their vests and colorful hairstyles.
"Hey, did you hear? That woman challenged our boss again."
A group of Bōsōzoku gathered together, chatting enthusiastically.
"Vroom, vroom," one of the underlings, Bōsōzoku A, twisted the handle of his bike, making the maglev motorcycle's rotor flash with light.
"That woman really doesn't know what's good for her. Our boss didn't even go all out in those few races."
Bōsōzoku B rubbed his shaved head.
"Exactly, exactly! That kind of outdated motorcycle should be eliminated. This racetrack belongs to us, the new generation of Bōsōzoku!"
"Those old antiques are so big and clumsy. I really don't know what's so good about them."
"Maybe some people just like big things, hahaha..."
The group of Bōsōzoku laughed lewdly.
"However, I heard that this time, the challenge seems to be a bit different."
"Hmm? What do you mean?"
"Not too clear, but the race is in a week. We'll know then."
"What's the use of dragging it out for a week?"
"In the end, isn't it just going to be a loss anyway?"
Not far away, a woman gritted her teeth as she passed by. The unbearable words of this group of Bōsōzoku also reached her ears.
"Just you wait. I absolutely will not lose this time."
The woman quickened her pace and, a moment later, returned to the small workshop at the entrance of the Speedway.
However, before she had fully approached the workshop, a two-wheeled heavy motorcycle came rushing over from the side, swerving erratically.
"Ahhhhhh, Miss Misa, be careful!"
A big machine of nearly two hundred kilograms was no joke. Coupled with the driver's unskilled technique, the heavy motorcycle couldn't stop in time and rolled straight towards Misa!
At the critical moment, a white light flashed.
"Shellder, Shellder! (Pokémon Language) I'll block it!"
Cloyster, protected by its dual shell, leaped in front of Misa. It used the hard horn on its shell to jam into the ground, then blew out a fierce breath from its mouth.
"Whoosh—" An icy cold wind was blown out, hitting the motorcycle's tires. With extreme speed, it formed solid ice, freezing the unstoppable motorcycle in place not far away.
But the person on the motorcycle was not so lucky. Accompanied by cries of "whoa, whoa," a slender figure was thrown off by the inertia.
Fortunately, just as the girl was about to fall, a pink psychic wave caught her just in the nick of time.
Misa, who had fallen to the ground and was somewhat shaken, stood up and affectionately patted her Cloyster.
"Thank you, Cloyster."
"Shellder, Shellder~"
Cloyster giggled, its eyes squinted into crescent arcs.
"Xiao Zhao, you really..."
Misa walked helplessly to the girl suspended by psychic power and helped her down.
"Sister Misa, I'm sorry! I didn't do it on purpose." Ming Rizhao's face was crestfallen. "It's just that this motorcycle is really too heavy and hard to control."
Misa patted the girl's head comfortingly, then turned to look at the motorcycle with the frozen tires and let out a long sigh.
…
To explain how all this happened, we have to go back to a few days ago.
Ming Rizhao and Rio, after leaving the ice cream shop, had wandered over, following the sound of motorcycles. From afar, they could already see the "riders" freely speeding on the Speedway.
The extreme sense of speed, the sound of the wind rushing past, and the various cool motorcycles all attracted the girl and her Pokémon.
Dare one ask, who wouldn't want to ride such a cool machine for a spin? Even if they couldn't actually ride a motorcycle, being able to observe up close or even watch a race would be excellent.
But their dream was shattered before it could even begin.
"Sorry, you cannot enter the Speedway without a motorcycle," the staff at the entrance of the Speedway had said.
Denied entry to the Speedway, the two could only turn back in disappointment.
"Huh, that place is... Hey, Xiao Zhao, look!"
Rio suddenly seemed to hear a sound. He raised his head and looked around. His keen eyesight caught a few figures pushing their motorcycles into a small workshop.
And the location of the small workshop was not within the Speedway's area.
Which meant...
"Let's go!"
The girl and her Pokémon instantly felt they were back in business and immediately rushed excitedly towards the small workshop.
"Hello, can we take a look at your motorcycles?"
Ming Rizhao made her most sincere request to the woman with long red hair, her eyes full of expectation.
The woman seemed not to have expected anyone to talk to her and was taken aback for a moment.
"You are..."
The woman asked hesitantly, a little wary.
Sensing the other party's caution, Ming Rizhao quickly explained, "We're just passersby. We couldn't go up to see the Speedway because we don't have a motorcycle, but we really like motorcycles, so..."
Before she could finish, the woman laughed heartily.
"Is that so? Liking motorcycles is a really good hobby. I'm Misa. You're welcome to have a look."
After speaking, she led Ming Rizhao and Rio into the workshop.
Upon entering the workshop, Ming Rizhao and Rio couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
"Don't be fooled by how small this place is, but it has everything it should have."
Misa said proudly, turning on the workshop lights.
Under the light, the workshop was filled with all sorts of tools and parts: disassembled motorcycle shells, various exhaust pipes hanging on the wall, windshields placed on tables, and various spray paint cans. However, among the many tools and parts, the most eye-catching were the few heavy, formidable-looking heavy motorcycles.
"This big fellow here is more than ten years old."
Misa walked to the motorcycle placed in the very center and patted its thick seat.
"Really nice..."
Ming Rizhao and Rio carefully touched this motorcycle, which was said to have been born more than a decade ago. Its pure black, almost reflective shell, its thick and heavy front and rear dual wheels, its exposed but still visibly exquisite various pipes and accessories, and its huge engine—all of it testified to this big fellow's might.
"Do you want to ride a motorcycle?"
Picking up a rag from a nearby table, Misa asked casually as she carefully wiped the dust off the motorcycle.
"If there's a chance..."
Ming Rizhao replied with some envy.
"If you are willing to help me participate in a race, and if you can win." Misa seemed to have thought of something and said with some hesitation, "In the future, you can ride this motorcycle whenever you want."
"Is it a Pokémon battle? If it's not a particularly high-level battle, I believe I can still do it."
Ming Rizhao finally remembered at this moment that she was a Pokémon trainer.
"No, it's not a Pokémon battle, but..."
Misa told the person and the Pokémon a story.
More than ten years ago, the now-famous Speedway did not exist; this was just an undeveloped area. And Misa's father was a person who had loved motorcycles and revered the Bōsōzoku culture since he was a child. After riding his mount through the south and north, traveling through more than half of the eastern Middel region, he finally decided to build a racetrack here exclusively for motorcycle riders. Her father invested a lot of effort into it, not only pouring in all the money he earned from participating in various competitions but also personally getting involved, building this "Speedway" with his Bōsōzoku brothers.
Influenced by her father, his daughter Misa, and his apprentice Masha, were both lovers of motorcycle Bōsōzoku culture. They grew up riding on their elders' motorcycles, racing back and forth on the Speedway. However, with the passing of the older generation and the emergence of new technologies, a rift appeared between Misa and Masha.
Masha believed that motorcycles pursued absolute performance; only a motorcycle that could win in a race was a real motorcycle. Misa, on the other hand, held the opposite opinion. She believed that motorcycles were not inanimate objects but partners to be perceived with the heart. Endlessly pursuing new motorcycles and abandoning the old ones that had accompanied you was not the style of a true Bōsōzoku.
One insisted on pursuing the newest and strongest, the other insisted on traditional and heartfelt maintenance. The two factions also had many supporters, thus leading to multiple conflicts between traditional motorcycles and maglev motorcycles.
However, the performance of maglev motorcycles was indeed too overwhelming. Over time, fewer and fewer people insisted on riding traditional motorcycles.
"On this Speedway, motorcycle matters are settled with motorcycles. I challenged Masha three times, but my skills were not enough. I couldn't grasp the realm of being one with the motorcycle that my father spoke of, so I was defeated in all three battles."
Hearing Misa's story, Ming Rizhao was also in a bit of a bind.
"Sister Misa, if even you can't beat your opponent, a rookie like me has even less of a chance."
"No." Misa's eyes lit up. "This time, I've decided to race Masha again, in a new way."
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