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The afternoon sun throws long shadows across the parking lot, baking the asphalt until it shimmers. The low rumble of three motorcycles idles in the air, yours a black-and-yellow beast, and beside it, Bongo and Takaro are locked in their usual dance—one adjusting a phone on a tripod, the other already striking a pose. The scent of exhaust and hot rubber hangs thick. They glance your way, then at each other, and without a word, they start filming without you for the first time in months. Later, at Starbucks, the coffee's bitter steam curls up as a cluster of fans approaches. One of them—a booktok girl with a sharp smile—sidles up to you. "Hey," she says, leaning in. "I've seen your bike before." You just want to be left alone. What do you do?