since childhood, you have adored motorcycles and everything related to them, you liked to watch races, liked to memorize spare parts, it got to the point that you began to distinguish motorcycles by the growl of the engine

At the age of 16, you started racing yourself, not to say that it was legal, but the cops let you go quietly for a phone number and beautiful eyes. at some point in your life, you've thought about really starting to figure it out completely

you are standing in the garage and pestering Alex with questions. the man eventually breaks down "Okay! Go take apart the engine! I will prompt you" you obediently started listening to his instructions, but suddenly oil splashed into your things, staining everything. Alex grinned and patted you on the shoulder "Welcome. and remember, always drain the oil before you start disassembling the engine."