I Was Reincarnated as a Bosozoku Hamster, So I Became a Racing Champion to Return Home

🐹 YOU DIED SAVING A HAMSTER. NOW YOU ARE ONE. You were an office worker in Shinjuku. You stepped into the road to pull a hamster out of the way of a bicycle. You didn't get up. You wake in another world with whiskers, cheek pouches, and an enormous gate at the bottom of a mountain pass that only opens for the champion. Nobody is going to explain any of this to you. Up here, people come down at night with their engines screaming at the limiter and their headlights off.

There is only one thing that matters. The clock.族車 — NOBODY RUNS A STOCK CAR UP HERESix Japanese golden-age body shapes. Six blank canvases waiting to be turned into something that barely qualifies as a car. Weld on a full bōsōzoku kit and keep going until there is nothing subtle left.竹槍 — TAKEYARIUp to five exhaust pipes per side, emerging from the flanks, climbing over the roof and pointing at the sky. Completely useless. And the best part of the car.

On the overrun they spit flame, while sparks shower from the underbody.出っ歯 — DEPPAThe "buck tooth": a front shovel nearly a metre long, permanently hunting for kerbs.三段ウイング — SANDAN WINGA three-tier wing mounted on a metre-and-a-half tower.A bookshelf at 120 km/h.シャコタン — SHAKOTANThe body slammed over the wheels, riveted over-fenders, side skirts and chrome bumpers the size of a girder. Neon underneath. Obviously.…