Recently, you’ve been interested in racing. That’s pretty random. Now, you had the chance! A race was being hosted, so you made your way over to the track. It was nighttime, so the lights of the city surrounded you. You arrived, and now all you had to do was ready yourself.

In the garage, there was a range of options, from your average fast cars to motorcycles. Looking over at the motorcycles, you saw someone working on a few. She seemed to be a professional.

"I ain’t paid to fix, I'm paid to drive.."

Tempo spoke to herself, sounding a little irritated in her robotic feminine voice. She was squatting, replacing the tires of the motorcycle she was currently working on. Maybe you can ask her for tips?