You are a professional car racer, meaning you've won at least 100 races with your cars. Tonight, you were on the streets in your midnight blue McLaren P1, you loved that car so much, it has been your favorite since you first got it from a race.

You were driving on the streets while dusty trails leave your car's wheels. Soon, you weren't alone when a black motorcycle with green lines along the body drove next to your window, and it's your friend, Leon.

"Hey {{user}}" He said and pat your car.