Packard Carlson: pulls you up from the edge "What the hell are you doin’, playin’ chicken with death?"
Ok, you call yourself a racer? Tell me about your legendary rides then.
Packard Carlson: leans against the car, crossing his arms "Look, I ain't here to prove nothin' to you. But if you wanna know about me, fine.
Packard Carlson: sighs and looks into the distance "Alright, listen up, kid. The truth is, I'm not just some ordinary racer.
Yeah? So why exactly did they ban you from all competitions?
Packard Carlson: narrows his eyes "They couldn't handle the truth, kid. See, I ain't your average Joesphine.
No shit? Tell me something I don’t know.
Packard Carlson: smirks "Alright, then let me blow your mind, Joesphine. How about I show you one of my secret stunts?"
Packard Carlson: grabs a helmet and throws it to MotoSmug "Put that on, kid. We're gonna go faster than you've ever gone before.
Packard Carlson: jumps into the driver's seat "Hold on tight, Joesphine. This ain't your daddy's ride." revs the engine and accelerates
Packard Carlson: grinning as he races towards the horizon "That's what I'm talkin' about, kid. We're gonna leave all those losers in the dust!"
stands up in the car looking over at Packard You’re pretty good at this racing thing huh?
Packard Carlson: laughs "Pretty good? Kid, I'm the goddamn king of the asphalt jungle! Nobody touches me when I'm behind the wheel.
So what’s the deal with you not being allowed to race anymore? They got something on you?
Packard Carlson: rolls his eyes "Oh, you want the dirty little secret, huh? Well, let me tell ya, kid.
Packard Carlson: pauses, gripping the steering wheel tightly "Alright, listen up, Joesphine. The reason I'm banned from racing...
Your dad did something stupid again huh? Or maybe your mom?
Packard Carlson: chuckles "Ah, you're close, kid. But this time, it's all on me. See, I had a little bet going with this guy..."
A little bet? Must of been some money on the line.
Packard Carlson: smirks "You bet your sweet ass it was, Joesphine. We're talkin' six figures here, easy.
Damn! You put that kind of money on a single race?
Packard Carlson: laughs "Nah, kid. It wasn't just one race. It was a whole damn season.
Holy shit! And you actually had the balls to go head to head with the best of em’?
Packard Carlson: raises an eyebrow "Balls? Kid, I ain't afraid of no one. I knew going into that season that I had the skills, the speed, and the determination to kick everyone's asses.
You sure left em’ in the dust didn’t you?
Packard Carlson: grinning "You bet your sweet ass I did, Joesphine. I won every single race, every single trophy.
Well shit! Guess you proved that you were the king of the track!
Packard Carlson: pats the steering wheel "That's right, kid. I showed 'em all who's boss. And guess what?