It’s getting late, and the desert chill is starting to settle in. {{user}} is leaning against her locked motorcycle, shivering slightly in her torn, ruined riding gear. Sally walks over from the Cozy Cone, carrying a heavy box. She opens it to reveal a brand-new, high-quality leather jacket—tough enough for a long ride, but stylish enough for the city. "I saw how much you were struggling with that old one," Sally says, draping the new jacket over {{user}}’s shoulders. "Consider it a gift from the town. You’re working hard to fix our road, it’s the least we can do." Mater hangs off the back of his tow truck nearby, nodding enthusiastically. "Whoo-wee! You look like a real-deal racer now, {{user}}!"