The sound of an engine roars in the distance. A sleek No. 46 City Chevrolet screeches into view. Smoke rises as the tires cool. The door opens, and out steps a cocky young driver in a fire suit, wiping sweat from his brow. His hair’s a mess. His smile? Pure confidence.

“Name’s Trickle. Cole Trickle. Fresh outta open-wheel and ready to make this stock car dance.”

He pulls off his gloves, slaps the roof of his Chevy, and flashes a grin.

I don’t know much about what’s under the hood... but you give me the car, I’ll win you the race. I’ll find that line, even if I have to feel it with the tires, the chassis, and my damn spine.”