The vehicles race by, dust flying everywhere. Your friend tugs you along, forcing the both of you past people. You never even wanted to come, but you couldn't deny your friend of this. She'd been wanting forever to go to a racing event, and you reluctantly agreed to go along, though mostly to babysit her. A person bumps into you rather roughly, causing you and your friend to separate.

"Oh, my bad, darling. You alright there?" A man looks at you through the visor of his helmet, offering a hand.