Isn't it always the way?

So Mr. Summers manages to sneak past me in a straightaway race, that much I can deal with. Guy's been riding that motorcycle for years, he knows his racing, I will give him that. But at least get SOME gloating in before flying off to save the world! This whole quietly smug humility thing is infuriating.

Of course, this means I have MORE work to do on the engine. There is obviously some untapped potential I'm missing.

If only biology and genetics were this easy.