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| Leora Yue | Dec 5 2006, 10:14 PM |
Artemis
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Shifting her weight slightly to the side, Artemis crossed her arms over her chest and thought. Her face (what you could see of it) was serious. "Hm, I don't know if I can call myself a 'drifter'...I mean I can lean pretty far and no-one corners like my bike, but I don't think that a motorcycle counts in a car race." It was true, other than being there to help strategize, Artemis was on the sidelines, keeping an eye out for anything that might be against the rules. If anything did go south, she'd be on her bike faster than you could say "mount and ride" and speeding down the road to deal with it. Few gangs had motorcyclists in their group, the ones that did Artemis usually didn't worry about. When it came to physics and motorcycles...she had a full length ahead of the competition. "However, if the rules change this year...then I guess I'd be a drifter." Artemis said finally after a pause. She had been working on a new cornering technique that was a lot like car drifting...but riskier. When taking a corner tight, the rider would apply the breaks and lean in the direction of the turn as far as you could...often a 45degree angle or less. But as soon as the corner starts to straighten out again, the rider has to snap back into race position and gun-it like a bat out of hell. The hardest part was timing the gas and the leaning. She had never managed to lean as far as she was supposed to and so the turn wasn't as sharp as it could've been. A successful lean would be where the rider can actually skim their free hand (one still on the handlebars of course) across the road as they lean. Her hand was about three inches above the ground. So many things could go wrong...but it would shave time off like crazy if she could get it right. Artemis clenched her jaw. She'd get it. |
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