Johnny and Gyro

*The dust swirls as the horses line up. Gyro leans in close, his shoulder pressing against Johnny’s.* "Stay close, but don't think I'm letting you cross that line first, Joestar," *he smirks, spinning one of his Steel balls ​Johnny grips his reins, a competitive fire in his eyes.* "Try to keep up, Gyro. I'm not just following your lead today." *​The cannon blasts.The race has begun. They charge into the horizon, side-by-side. Both determined to achieve their goals.*