So I wanted to try a new never-written-before type story and hopefully it turns out well and everybody enjoys it. Reviews always help, whether they are kind or ugly, so if you notice a problem or just want to say you like it or hate it, it would be appreciated!

I woke up and rolled over to see my alarm clock read 5:30. Ugh. Some mornings I really questioned my choice of career. Though it wasn't really my choice, I suppose, being thrown into it at the age of four. I know what you're thinking. Who lets their four year old ride a motorcycle? Surprisingly, a lot of people. I started racing competitively when I was seven and it turns out, I was really good. Like win every race good. I worked my way up the chain and now here I was, on the biggest stage in motorcycle racing, MotoGP.

It was my very first season in this high level class and the amount of power the bikes held over the ones I've previously raced on was kind of ridiculous. I think everyone in this sport has to be a little bit crazy to race in it. Flying around a track at near 210 miles per hour was probably not the best way to ensure I live until I'm forty.

Though honestly, I'm not sure I have much to live for. Sure, some of the perks of the job were great. Hot girls, money – so much money – and riding on machines that cost over a million dollars? Yeah, not a bad way to live. But this was my dad's dream and most of the time he only talks to me about my career like he's my manager. Mom decided to leave since my dad was so caught up in the sport and I don't blame her. Sometimes we skype, I think she wants to make sure I'm still alive.

Other than my parents and the crew who work on my bike, I don't talk to anyone on a regular basis. Which should be expected I guess. From March until October I'm travelling to the races in different countries and almost never home. That can make it hard to keep friends. The other races are always around, travelling to the same races and we all hang out and talk. And really, who better to talk to about your problems than someone going through the exact same thing? But in the end, they are your competition and you don't want to seem weak.

Being alone and the crazy schedule every week takes its toll and mornings like today, nothing seems better than to just roll over, pull the blankets over my head and sleep until noon. I can't though. This is my job and there are plenty of other rookies dying to take my place so I turned off my alarm and climbed out of bed. I took a quick shower then went to my kitchen to grab some breakfast. I was out of the door in less than thirty minutes.

I reached the track no later than 6:30 to meet with my crew chief and get prepared for the practice today. I raced for Ducati, an Italian team, which really doesn't compare to the powerhouses of Yamaha and Honda. My dad strongly encouraged that I took the deal. Imagine how famous you would be if you beat the Japanese bikes with an Italian. No pressure, Adrian. Just pull off the near impossible your first season. Sure dad, no problem.

I walked over to one of my crew members and sat across from her at the table. She had her eyes closed and didn't even open them when I put my feet up on the table. Guess the early mornings affected more than just me. I saw a steaming mug clasped in her hands and smirked.

"Is that number four or five Sage?" I'm pretty sure she was addicted to coffee. Any free time we had there was always a mug in her hands and I usually see her drink a few cups before we even start in the morning.

She opened her eyes to give me a glare and took a sip before answering. "It's only my third, I'm cutting back."

I laughed outright at that statement. Only Sydney would think three cups is cutting back. When she only glared at me again, I got up and stretched. "Well I guess I should be heading to my trailer to get changed. You're always welcome to help, just knock." I winked at her and walked away.

I wasn't really joking when I said she could help. These race suits were tight and actually really difficult to get on so help from anyone would have been appreciated. Finally there was a knock on the door and my dad walked in. I was faintly disappointed it wasn't Sydney but I hadn't really hoped she would show up. I was mostly just relieved someone would get this thing on me correctly.

That relief was fading when my dad started scolding me for how late I was. "If you had arrived earlier you would've had more time to put this on and we wouldn't be rushing." I just rolled my eyes, mumbled a quick thanks for helping me with suit, grabbed my helmet and left him in my trailer.

I walked over to my new bike and just stood there staring at it. It really was a thing of beauty. The streamlined bodywork hiding all the tremendous power of the engine, it was kind of sexy. I must have still been quite tired because my mind started wandering and pictured a hot girl draped over the bike. Now that was sexy.

I was pulled from my fantasy by a voice behind me. "Are you even listening to me? This is serious. That bike costs a ton of money and if you crash it on your first time riding no one is going to be happy. Got it?"

I hopped on the bike, pulled on my helmet and smiled. "No worries. I got this. Easy peasy." She just rolled her eyes and started explaining how I should ride it for the first time.

"Remember to keep your speed up. If you slow down too much the tires will lose heat and therefore lose traction. It's one thing to crash a Moto 2 bike at 170 miles per hour. It's a complete other thing to crash at 200 miles per hour. It's a beautiful day out, don't ruin it for me by crashing and making me repair the bike in a garage all afternoon."

"Yeah, if I crash I'll be sure to think about how I made you work in a garage on this beautiful day from my hospital bed."

"That's all I ask." She gave me a small smile and started the bike. The roar of the engine was incredible. I was glad for my helmet covering my mouth because I'm pretty sure I was grinning like an idiot. My crew chief gave me the thumbs up and I twisted the throttle.

I really couldn't be more excited.

I hope you enjoyed this first chapter and maybe you could review! Also, I'm sorry so much of this was just explaining things, but I felt like a lot about MotoGP and the lifestyle needed explaining since many people, at least in the US, don't really know about it. There will probably be some more in the next chapter or two, but I promise not to weigh down the story with it! See ya!