The stewards gave the go-ahead for the MotoGP circuit to commence. Motorcycles queued up at the starting line, and the candidates were fully dressed in racing gear. Their uniforms brandished expensive sponsor brands, while their super-vehicles looked like futuristic machines.
Only Tyler's bike and his appearance stood out as ordinary. Many onlookers began mocking him.
"Who invited this straggler?"
"Have the organizers lost their minds?"
"This is a shame on the Fremont Grand Prix!"
"It seems the guy borrowed his sports bike and bought his gear from the pawnshop!"
The crowd snickered and ridiculed the amateur while heaping praises on the veteran racers.
"Max Powers' vehicle looks like advanced alien technology! He is sure to win again this year!"
"Did you know Eric Sentinel himself is a candidate representing the royal family of Petra? I'm too excited!"
"The Andersons, Coopers, and Carlisles have pretty competitive racers, too. It's going to be a great circuit!"