Sticks leans on the fence rail at the dirt track and watches some of the juniors practising on their motorcross scoots. One kid looks like he has real potential as she watches him slide around the corner on the last bend. She liked his style and smiles.

Sticks looks back at Digger who is checking the Trumpy. Some dude is talking to Rat but she hasn’t seen him before and going by his jacket he was from one of the other local clubs. It looks rather heated  and she didn't have a good feeling about this.

Sticks watches Digger having problems with the bike and he glances over at her with a frown. Sticks walks  towards her bike and catches a few words between this dude and Rat.
“…It’s my last offer take it or be fucking warned!”

Sticks eyes them up and down as she kneels down next to Digger still able to see Rat with his fists clenched at his side. Sticks didn't have a good feeling about this.

“What’s going on over there?”
“Stay out of it girl, you know nothing okay! we got problems with this bike but I don’t understand why,  it was running bloody sweet yesterday.”

Digger continues to  fiddle with the timing settings but can't get it right.
“Oh this is bullshit we race soon what do you mean we have problems?” Sticks growls through her teeth to Digger.
Rat appears hanging over the seat of the bike to look at the two of them crouched over the engine with a stupid grin on his face.
“Pass me that screwdriver Rat!” Sticks says holding her open hand up for the tool. Rat walks around with the screwdriver and starts being stupid with it. Sticks glares at him and says she will put it somewhere the sun don’t shine in a minute if he doesn’t hand it to her. Digger laughs but Sticks isn't laughing. She doesn't have time.

“Just there Digger, tweak it one more time and then hold that while I get the settings again”. Sticks had etched the timing settings inside the custom cam cover she had made for the bike but no one knew that, not even Digger. She didn't trust no one with her bike.
“Might be a bit high girl, you sure that is right?” Digger says to her giving her a side ways glance of uncertainty.
“Yea man, makes her sing like a bird,” Sticks gave him that smirk like she knows something and he doesn't.

Digger puts the case back on and Sticks jumps on the bike to kick it over.
“Fucking Perfect! She yells over the revs listening to see if it was right, grinning from ear to ear.

Digger was pleased and gives her hair a flick. Cheeky bitch he thought, how does she do that. He glances at his watch and tells her she will have to get dressed soon. Sticks smiles and raises her eyebrows up and down real quick just like she always does before a race.
Digger knows that there are some bad ass dudes on the track in this race and with Sticks going for the title in her third year running they might pull something on her for sure.
“You be careful out there girl, I heard that the only competition you have is that shit head from up North,” as Digger points out the bike to her.
“Got to catch me first,” she laughs as she begins to braid her hair tightly down the centre of her back.
Digger helps her into her leathers and glancing at his watch he taps it to tell her that they are up next.
Sticks looks around for Rat and sure enough he was talking to some half naked tart drooling all over him. Rat is starting to piss her off as Digger checks her domes and slaps her lid to say it is secure.
“Don’t worry about him he’s all piss and wind, let him ego trip for a few more minutes, you know what those brainless bimbo's are like. You know he will be at the rail to watch as soon as these bikes fire up”. Sticks eyes scowl and she gives him that ‘I don’t give a shit look anymore he is going to be history soon.’

Over the intercom was their call for the next race as Sticks took a deep breath and kicks over the mean beasty. Digger gives her the nod and his usual words, “ go like the wind and make em'  eat your dust girl, you can do it,” as Digger flicks her visor down.
Sticks looks real good on the bike as Digger  watch's her pull up onto the start line. He could see her deep breathing and pysching herself one more time to pump that adrenaline around. She thrived on it.
The other dudes and their bits of fluff came to watch with Digger.
“Where’s Rat man?” Matt asks Digger.
“Fucked if I  know, but he better hurry up or he will miss her race like he really cares.” Digger replies having his usual dig to Matt but Matt gave him the look as if to say give him a break.
Matt leans over to Digger and points out the bike next to Sticks.
“See that prick pver there on her left,  I heard a rumour this morning that the stakes were really stacked on him at the clubhouse to win,” Matt whispers to Digger.
“Shit that is the dude that Rat was talking too about an hour ago, did you hear anything?”
“Not sure I didn’t catch what it was all about Bro but I think Sticks heard something though because she asked me,” Digger tells Matt.
“Geez I don’t have a good feeling about this, if the stakes are that high the chances are there is a plan to take her out because she will Hogbitch him on the home straight and they all know it. He vowed he would take her out next Nationals you know”
Matt looks around to see where Rat is and scans the crowd but it’s too late the race has started.
They knew Sticks pretty well and she sits quietly in the middle for the first couple of laps waiting for her first break. Matt smiles as he watches her start to pull away from the stragglers.
The Boys were vocal with their encouragement for her to win as she goes pass them. Rowdy lot Matt smiles.

The crowd was alive and Sticks was fair sailing around with these two pricks hot on her tail. It was between them for sure Matt thought. He didn’t like the way the prick was crowding her tail end on the corners, almost like he was lining her up.
Rat appears and leans on the rail.
“Where the hell you been Bro?” Matt glared at him.
Rat didn’t reply and turns back to watch the race. Sticks has two laps to go and she finally has the lead. The boys were yahooing as Sticks came down past them for the last lap. Matt watches these other three on the straight as the crowd goes wild.
They call the last corner ‘The Wall’ and Sticks always leaves it until the very last second before diving deep and laying it over as she powers through the corner. It was always her hat trick move to gain power for the straight.

This time Sticks was in an ugly position. The prick had plenty of room but Sticks was being crowded by the other two riders. Sticks was rapidly running out of space and it is time for her to make the break or she wont make it. The prick was below and level with her whilst the other two riders were crowding right on Sticks rear wheel.
Both Digger and Matt flinch as the crowd goes wild.
“What the fuck  those assholes are going to put her on the Wall…” Matt’s voice trails off.
Digger freaks and knows what is going down as they watch it unfold.

Sticks makes her move and lays the bike over. She wasn’t given a chance. The third placed rider cut in and simply kissed her back wheel as he let his machine swide swipe her.

They could hear the commentator giving the graphic details as Sticks is broadsided into the first tyre barrier. The bike went one way and she went the other. Three riders are down.

“Fucking run man,” Matt yells to Digger, as the Bro's run down the side of the rails towards the corner.
Digger flew over the railing on the corner and as he gets to Sticks, Matt yells out not to touch her.
Matt looks back to where the boys are and they are heading down towards the bike to get it off the track. 

Rat was still in the same spot just staring at the mess like he is frozen with fear. Matt sees this look on Rat's face which he has never seen before like he knew something but was dumbfounded.
Digger gets there first and is freaking out as the Ambo’s staff arrive to the scene and start to check her over. One of her legs is badly disjointed and facing the wrong way, her shoulder looked out of place too and she has some bad cuts to her head.

Sticks eyes slowly open and Digger puts his finger to her lips and tells her to lie still. He keeps talking to Sticks while the Medics work on her. The track was crawling with people as Matt keeps them away from Sticks.

He looks over to see one of the other riders is getting up shaking his head but the other one looks as bad as Sticks. He isn’t moving and the Medic staff are yelling for equipment which doesn't sound good.

“My bike alright man,” Sticks weakly says.
“Fucking hell woman The Trumpy will be fine girl the boys are pushing it back now so that is a good sign huh,” Digger tells her with a wink.
Typical he thought of Sticks, she loves that bike more than anything.
Sticks begins to go into shock so Digger keeps talking to her while the Medics get her onto the stretcher. She screams as they begin to move her and she passes out.

Matt  looks at the finish line where the prick was taking his glory and blantantly gloating at Rat. There was going to be a punch up for sure as he sees Rat see red and jump the rail and head straight for the prick with his fists clenched. It was all on and he didn’t have time to worry about the Rat man; the Bro’s could give him a hand now.

The Medics cut away her leathers on the stretcher to assess the damage and all Matt could say to Digger was, “thank Christ you got those new leathers for her Bro,” as they see things could have been worse.

Sticks is unconscious when she leaves the track in the ambulance and that is the last time any of them see her again....