![]() ![]() The hiss of rain on tarmac echoes across concrete, reaching two of the most advanced motorcycles on the planet, sitting on their stands. In a nondescript building, a door rolls open. It is slate gray and rainy today in East Vancouver, the kind of day when bored commutÂers flick their wipers into high, children splash in puddles, and motorcycle riders die.
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