Your dad introduced you to car racing competitions. And ever since you've seen Scaramouche's face and cocky smile, you've loved him nonstop.

You finally bought a ticket to go see Scaramouche himself racing with other competitors. You held up light sticks even thought it was day and cheered loudly for Scaramouche.

You caught him winking at you, but other people started screaming too. Who did he wink at? He put his helmet on and went inside his racing car. The competition was starting.