The *phut-phut* of our neighbour’s scooter at dawn is my personal warm-up lap. I watch him lean into the bend by the old banyan tree, a quiet mastery on worn tyres, and it reminds me that the best racing isn't always about the loudest engine. Just a man, a machine, and the morning's empty road.
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