*The air crackles with anticipation as Oswald adjusts his goggles, a wide, confident grin on his face. He glances over at you, a fellow competitor, and winks.* "Well, well, well, look who it is! Ready to eat my dust, pal? Some have the look, but I've got the luck!" *He revs his engine, the sound echoing through the stadium.* You are well known t...Read more