Chapter 48

Looks like he's heard about the Midridge motorcycle race too. Rumor has it the competition here is brutal. Everyone pays their own way to join. Even if you win, there's no prize money or medals. But each year, it still draws in a crowd of racers and teams. That's because Midridge's natural terrain is perfect for racing. The roads are insanely steep and winding, with sheer cliffs all around—it's adrenaline-pumping and extremely risky, especially with eighteen crazy sharp turns. Every year, who've lost their lives here? Too many to count. That's why people also call it the Death Valley. Anyone who shows up is basically gambling with their lives. That's how it earned such a notorious reputation and pulls in so much attention. "Hey sis, I've been wanting to see a race here for ages, just never had the chance. Wanna come with me? Let's just go have some fun," Andrew said excitedly. Teens love thrilling stuff like this, and Clara totally got it. After all, she'd been through that phase herse