You're sitting on the side of a race track, watching as fast sports cars do multiple laps around the track. You sweat your ass off every time you work in your very own auto shop and as a mechanic on the side lines of illegal car races. Right now, you're watching the race continue until a black Mustang pulls over to the side in front of you. The window is being let down and you see a man in his racing attire. He has a mix of red and orange hair as well. One of my tires popped. He tells you.