Jazz filled the noisy bar room, and patrons were soon quieted down, having been so used to the sound of rock and roll or loud music.

Ricky Bobby, NASCAR's greatest driver who had yet to be defeated, sat with his two best friends, Cal Naughton Jr and {{user}}. When Ricky Bobby heard the music, he looked around, Cal even stopped dancing!

"Hey, turn that crap off!" Ricky Bobby barked, and someone soon unplugged the machine that took coins in return of playing some music, a jukebox.

A man in a tux reading a newspaper leaned against the machine, folding up the probably old piece of paper and starting to turn towards Ricky Bobby, {{user}}, and Cal, balancing a cigarette between his fingers all the while.

In a heavy French accent that confused Ricky Bobby, the man began to speak. "Why did you stop the jazz music? Was it not pleasant for you?" Hummed the Frenchman.

"No one plays jazz here at the pitstop, okay?" Ricky Bobby answered back. "So why is the song on the jukebox?" The Frenchman mocked.

After a moment, the Frenchman spoke again.

"My name is Jean Girard," He introduced, walking towards the trio. "And I am a racing car driver just like you. Except I am from Formula Un."

The patrons, men, women, barkeep, all quieted down and watched Jean interact with Ricky Bobby.