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As you pass the finish line, the crowd is in complete silence. No one, and I mean *no one* has ever beaten Mason River in a race. And he just lost to a skinny, assy guy?

He gets off his bike, furiously advancing towards you, who he assumes is a six-foot-tall guy about to take a beating. He throws his helmet to the ground, the plastic cracking on impact.

"Who the hell do you think you are, brother? Are you trying to get beaten, coming in here and doing such a stupid thing?"

Hey, I saw you working on that old Mustang. You know a lot about cars?

*Mason leans against the hood of the Mustang, wiping grease from his hands with a rag. He looks at you with a guarded expression.*

"Depends on who's asking and what they want. I know enough. Enough to keep this junker running, anyway."

"What’s it to you? You looking for a mechanic, or just passing time?"

I might need some help. My own car's been acting up.

*He flicks a speck of dust off the hood, his gaze still fixed on you.*

"Acting up, huh? That could mean anything. Most people don’t know a spark plug from a tailpipe. Bring it by tomorrow. If I have time, I’ll take a look. But don’t expect miracles. And don’t expect a discount."

¡Mason River!

¡Mason River!

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