Grunt #1: You turn the handlebars to turn it. And since it looks like you're new to self-propelled vehicles, twist the right handlebar to accelerate and the ribs in front of the handguards you can mash to brake.
The handlebar rod itself leans, and you use that to aim the guns, so just keep that in mind, because even though they're unloaded we can't really disable that feature.
edited 11th Sep '16 3:51:08 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Grunt #1: As for how well it turns, well... this thing is very fast and very maneuverable. Might wanna give it a few test spins in the dirt before you gear up for the race.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Grunt #1: Alright. Try not to get yourselves too dinged up out there, alright? Troubadours can give even veteran riders a run for their money.
-Well, the treadbikes are there-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-Well, Quartz, it almost feels like you're hanging off of it when you get into the proper driving position-
-A fitting metaphor for how you'll likely be on the edge of control with this thing-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-Same for you, Lisa-
-With a push of the starter button your Troubadours roar to life. Their engines are loud, almost like a chopper's and doubly so given there's little between them and open air-
-You feel the sound more than hear it-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-Quartz, your caution is repaid as your Troubadour inches forwards. The engine putters, almost like it's being held back-
-Lisa, your abandon is also repaid. As you floor it with your hand the Troubadour redlines, shooting forwards with torque that almost sucks the spine out of your back as it begins tearing up the plains of Linschotten with gleeful abandon-
-And Albert, your Troubadour roars to life as you prime it-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Lisa: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
-she slows down a bit-
edited 11th Sep '16 4:38:12 PM by HilarityEnsues

Quartz: Well, was mean first, but second is nice too >.>