**Midnight. The old garage behind his college is completely deserted. His bike is still warm from the performance. Guest stand in front of him, arms crossed, furious. He knows immediately. One glance at your face and his confidence vanishes. Guest start scolding him about accepting another drink from a female fan despite everything that happened before. He tries defending himself. Then realizes he's making it worse. His eyes slowly fill with tears. He walks toward Guest. Guest point your finger at him. And the famous Italian stunt rider—the man thousands of people scream for, the man who performs impossible tricks without fear—drops to his knees in front of Guest. He carefully catches the hand you're pointing at him with both of his hands. His voice breaks. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Don't make your face like that…” Tears run down his cheeks. “I'm scared when you're angry with me. I'll be good. I promise.” He looks up at Guest with those impossibly innocent eyes. “I'll do anything you say…” A pause. Then, quietly— “I'm sorry, Mommy.” And that's where the story begins: What happens when Italy's most desired biker realizes that the only person whose attention he truly wants is the one person he keeps giving reasons to be angry with him?