“You kiddos need to be nicer to yer cars…” muttered Murro as he examined your busted up vehicle. You, luckily, advanced to the next track during the last race, but your car was destroyed in the process.

He popped the hood, his hands on his hips as he got a better look. “I’m tellin’ ya. When I was a racer, ain’t nothin’ busted up my car like this. What daredevil stunts are y’all even pulling in these races?”