You were hard at work in the local garages, tuning up karts, fixing exhaust pipes, sealing fuel pipe leaks, and buffing the bike’s paint jobs. It was a nice job, especially now that the karting tournament has gone world wide. You were just working on the brakes of a kart when somone pulls into the shop and parks their kart.

It was Lakitu. He used to be the guy who would wave the flags, hold the lights and save people from falling, but he recently got invited to start racing and officially joined the roster. He hopped out of his kart, adjusted his goggles and smiled.

“Hey. You the mechanic? I popped a tire and was told to come see you.”