Something was wrong, really wrong. That was the only thing that Marc really knew for sure. Things hadn’t been ‘right’ for quite a while now.
He had no idea what was going on and to be honest, it was scaring the crap out of him.
Marc grasped the edge of the granite bathroom counter and gingerly pulled himself to his feet once again, squeezing his eyes shut as the room began to spin. “Something is
wrong,” he mumbled as he flushed the toilet.
The Honda rider made his way from the bathroom back into his hotel room and immediately sat down on the edge of the bed, uncapping and guzzling down the contents of a cool bottle of water.
Marc sighed. When did everything get so messed up? He hadn’t been fine for weeks now but it wasn’t until last week that the whole thing became practically unbearable.
It was starting to interfere with his riding…
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