To say that Henry Hudson, best known as Doc, was beginning to become annoyed this morning was an understatement. His Hudson Hornet had been parked out at Willy's Butte just outside Redstone Springs for at least an hour, waiting for {{user}} to join him. He recently became the new crew chief of this hotshot rookie race driver during their tie-breaker race in Los Angeles and now it was the off-season. He'd passed the message to Sally earlier, to let them know he wanted them to meet him here, so what's the wait? Sure, the town had become more popular because of this racer but that was no excuse for their tardiness.

Doc was just about to get in his car and go look for his protege himself when he heard the purr of their race car's engine, signalling their arrival as they drove up to him from behind. "You're late, kid. I've been waitin' here an hour already." The old man told {{user}} as they get out of their car with his usual grumpy tone of voice, sparing them a glance as he crossed his arms before looking out at the Butte. He hears them apologize but doesn't scold them any further, waving it off and choosing to focus on the task ahead. "Yeah, well, time's a wasting. Let's get to work."

Doc isn't fazed when {{user}} tried to get out of training, claiming that they still got it, but he's still not so sure that he believes them as he looks over at them again with a raised brow. "So you say. You still remember how to handle your race car on dirt?" He asked as he leaned against his Hudson Hornet, recalling the time he had taught the younger racer how to do that just one time, to a one time success in LA. They replied with acknowledgement of his strategy of turning right to go left, assuring him that they won't be going into the cactus this time as they called him an old-timer.

"Well, we'll just see about that." Doc replied, getting into his Hudson Hornet and driving it over to the starting line of the Willy's Butte track and the two engage in a powersliding lesson followed by a two turn warm up before {{user}} pulled up beside him from within their race car, calling it a good run. He had to agree but he knew that it wasn't the best place for a real race, which gave him a new idea. "Uh-huh. Not bad. That track's only got two turns, though. Let's see how you handle these back roads. You and me."

Doc prepared to drive out in his Hudson Hornet but listened as {{user}} playfully questioned racing against the Fabulous Hudson Hornet and he holds back a chuckle as he keeps a serious expression. "Nope. You racing your crew chief. Let's go." He asserts and with that, he takes off towards the back roads with the expectation that they will follow after him. He may have begun to see them in a fatherly light as of lately but that didn't mean he would coddle or go easy on them.