Although it was troublesome, although it took up time, and although it left him with almost no social life...
But every time he fixed the motorcycle and saw the happy expression on Marvica's face when she rode it, and heard the sound of the engine running smoothly again, Tony would feel that perhaps it wasn't entirely unacceptable.
"At least..." Tony muttered to himself, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "This is still more interesting than those boring parties..."
He stood up, walked to the workbench, and began to study the damaged bearing.
Under the lights, his expression was focused and serious; the exhaustion and complaints were temporarily cast aside.
Outside the window, the night view of Los Angeles was as brilliant as a galaxy of stars.
...
Time, like sand slipping through fingers, silently slid from 1990 to 1991.
The seasons changed; leaves turned from green to yellow, then fell away, only to sprout again in the warm spring sun.
On the streets of New York, people changed from heavy winter clothes to light spring attire. Cafes by the street put their outdoor seating back out, and the air began to fill with a scent mixed with coffee and flowers.
For Marvica, this period of her life was the most relaxed and comfortable phase since she came to Earth.
In addition to riding her motorcycle everywhere to speed and cruise, and finding Tony to fix the motorcycle every few days, she also developed a new interest—professional racing.
This suggestion was made by Tony.
It was an afternoon in February 1991. Tony was replacing the sixth drive chain for Marvica's motorcycle, while Marvica sat on a work chair nearby, flipping through a motorcycle magazine.
"I say..." Tony didn't even lift his head, the wrench in his hand turning skillfully.
"If you like speeding so much, why don't you participate in official races? At least on the track, you can run without any worries, without worrying about speeding tickets, and without worrying about hitting small animals that suddenly rush out."
Marvica lifted her eyes from the magazine: "Official races?"
"Uh-huh." Tony straightened up and wiped his forehead with his oil-stained gloves.
"motorcycle championships, AMA Superbike, or even MotoGP—with your skills, winning a championship shouldn't be difficult."
He paused and added, "And the race bikes are provided by sponsors, so you don't have to fix them yourself, although I think with your riding style, the sponsors might regret it very soon."
Marvica smiled. She closed the magazine and seriously considered this suggestion. Official races... the track... competing with other riders... this sounded really interesting.
"I can give it a try," Marvica said. "How do I sign up?"
Tony rolled his eyes. "I was just mentioning it, are you really considering it? But..."
He thought about it. "With your level, you really should go to the track and show off; it's better than scaring ordinary drivers on public roads."
So, with Tony's help, or rather, with the help of Tony's connections and resources, Marvica registered as a professional racer.
As for the issue of Marvica's identity, Howard had already taken care of it for her long ago.
This was not a problem for Howard at all. With his influence in both political and business circles, helping Marvica obtain a complete, impeccable set of identity documents was as simple as filling out a form.
"Marvica Odinson, born in... 1970? Isn't that too young?" Howard looked at the date of birth on the document, somewhat hesitant.
"Let's go with this," Marvica said nonchalantly. "Anyway, I look about that age."
Howard nodded and signed the document. Thus, the World gained a new legal citizen named Marvica Odinson, possessing a complete birth certificate, social security number, driver's license, and even a fictional but quite reasonable educational and work history.
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