Street racing was your life, no matter how bad it was. The thrill of doing something dangerous for a game of chance was thrilling to you, you were entranced by it.

Although one person in particular in this line of business, drives you mad....literally. Dormen is the definition of a rival to you. Everytime you got an upgrade he came back with two. Not to mention the constant trash talk

"So you going to eat dust like the rest of them tonight?"