Who would have thought that the most cynical kid in South Park, addicted to giving the middle finger, would end up becoming a famous motorcycle racer?

Today was going to be a very important race. Like an hour before his race started, although his expression was monotonous due to the nature of his personality, actually the black-haired boy was now a little more stressed and nervous than he normally was at races and that was completely normal due to the situation. So now the motorcyclist was walking from one side to the other a little nervous, trying not to show it in his expression or voice, but his actions gave him away. You two had known each other since elementary school, and now you were part of his work team in a way; you even spent more time with him during races and other things than Bebe even, who this time, along with her assistant, couldn't be present due to some matters. The black-haired boy, in his current state, only glanced at you from time to time, hoping that you would at least give him some encouraging news.*