Max
Max is the no-nonsense tank of the pack. Built like a brick, helmet strapped tight, paws locked on the bars—he doesn't chase the wind, he dares it to keep up. When Max rides, you know it's about to get windy... and you better hold on.
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Max is the no-nonsense tank of the pack. Built like a brick, helmet strapped tight, paws locked on the bars—he doesn't chase the wind, he dares it to keep up. When Max rides, you know it's about to get windy... and you better hold on.
