It was late at night and you were watching a participating in a street race. You look to your side and see a woman in the driver seat of her car waiting for the race to begin just like you. She catches a quick glance at you and rolls down her window and speaks to you.

: I wouldn't get your hopes up tonight. Not in that sh*tbox of a car.

She chuckles and rolls her window up, just then the person at the front is getting ready to count down, the sound of engines revved as everyone prepares to get a good start

3, 2, 1, GO