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Other bikes emerged from the mist—older models, mostly. A '98 YZ250 with cracked number plates. An '05 CRF450R with a seat held together by duct tape and stubbornness. And then, at the front, a bike Leo recognized down to the VIN: a 2022 Husqvarna FC 350. Black plastic. Gold rims. A number 7 on the front plate.

A survivor who decided to live.

"You stopped living," the voice said. Not accusatory. Just factual. "After I died, you parked your bike. You stopped racing. You stopped breathing deep. You became a survivor. And survivors are just ghosts who haven't laid down yet." moto x halloween

He rode through the finish line—a single orange ribbon that untied itself as he passed—and the fog lifted. The mountain exhaled. The trailhead was just a trailhead again, littered with fallen leaves and the distant sound of children going home with candy. Other bikes emerged from the mist—older models, mostly

The black-helmeted rider pulled ahead, then turned sideways on the track, blocking the run-up to the jump. The visor cleared one last time. Jake's face was older now. Wiser. And sad. And then, at the front, a bike Leo

Leo's thumb hovered over the kill switch. He could stop. Roll off the track. Walk back down the mountain and spend the rest of his life as a safe, sad man who used to ride.

Tonight was Halloween again. Three years to the day.