But tonight, the silence of his apartment felt too heavy. He’d found the old archive file on an external drive while looking for tax documents. He clicked Extract .

He reached for his phone and opened a browser. He didn't search for tax forms this time. He typed: Local track days, bike rentals, June. The race wasn't over yet.

Three years ago, Leo was the rising star of the regional circuits. They called him "The Ghost" because of the way he’d slip through gaps in the pack that didn't seem to exist. Then came the rain-slicked corner at Mugello. A high-side crash didn't just break his leg; it shattered his nerve. He sold his bike, deleted his racing apps, and took a desk job that required zero adrenaline.