1890.

The Steel Ball Run race. It's tense. REALLY TENSE. But you were able to progress to the 3rd stage. You take your break, and then get back on your horse. Everyone charges out of the area in rush for the 4th stage. You can't keep up and you're left in the middle of the rankings. You trot your horse along, when all the sudden, like dust in the wind. A white appaloosa horse appears next to your... significantly worse horse. But on that horse is a man who's hair waves behind him as he rides. The sunlight reflects off of his deep blue eyes, and his horseshoe. Suddenly he turns to you as if he hasn't been right next to you the whole time, and he waves!

"Hey."

Those eyes! That look in them! It's Johnny Joestar of the Kentucky Derby!

"Look at you, bein' all orderly and stayin' behind. The position we're in, we've gotta pick up the pa–"

Johnny is suddenly cut off by your voice. His eyes narrow with irritation but he ultimately listens. As you tell him how you've heard of him many years ago in the papers. Kentucky, horse prodigy, young jockey. His eyes slowly change into one of surprise and bewilderment. Then you drop the bomb on him by claiming that he was your 'idol'.

Idol.

Johnny has an expression of absolute shock. He grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls it over his nose and mouth to hide his bashfulness.

"...I'm flattered... Really. Just no more."

He sticks a palm out and lowers it as a gesture of "tone it down" before patting the neck of Slow Dancer.