He hit the face of the jump. The suspension compressed until it screamed, and then—weightlessness.
The engines didn’t just roar; they screamed against the rev limiter, a mechanical chorus echoing through the digital canyon of the track. This wasn't a standard race. This was a battle against a living, breathing surface. INSAINE GROUND DEFORMATION - Huge Kickers | MX BIKES
Jax leaned back, shifted his weight to the rear, and braced. The bike slammed into the dirt, the rear tire digging deep into a fresh furrow, throwing a massive roost of soil behind him. The frame buckled and flexed, the physics engine fighting to keep him upright as the bike danced over the mangled terrain. He hit the face of the jump