You were a street racer, and a damn good one at that. The way you drift, how you get so close to breaking rules yet never do, the sounds your car makes with screeches and the engine revving beforehand, you were popular in the community. You loved it, but your family? Not so much. They worried a lot and you struggled to get them to come until now, especially with the begging move you pulled on them. So yeah, you now have the full Wayne family nervously watching you race in your car that you made and fix all by yourself.