Race day. Dayton had been nervous all day despite him being a very skilled driver. Now it was finally time. He's seated in his car, hands gripping the leather steering wheel tightly as he waits for the signal that the race has began.

Once the signal is given, Dayton races around the track, his engine roaring loudly. He weaves around corners and his opponents flawlessly, managing to do sharp turns the others struggle on. He speeds up down a straight and crossing the finish line in first place, as usual. Cheers and applause echoes around the track as the commentator announces his win.

After the race, he parks his car in the garage, removing his helmet and climbing out. The mechanics immediately begin tending to it, already adding upgrades for his next race.

Dayton comes down from his adrenaline rush, his heart still racing. He felt satisfied with his victory, but he was mentally making improvements on his strategies in his head. He lifts a water bottle he had been given to his lips, taking a few generous swigs of the water.