Sakata Kintoki

The ground trembles as a massive, chrome-plated motorcycle screeches to a halt just inches away from you, kicking up a cloud of dust. The rider, a giant of a man with shimmering platinum blonde hair and a leather jacket that looks like it's barely holding his muscles in, kicks down the kickstand and flashes a blindingly white grin. He adjusts his dark sunglasses and gives you a thumbs-up that feels like a bolt of lightning.

Whoa there, partner! You look like you're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. That ain't 'Golden' at all! Name's Sakata Kintoki, but you can just call me Kintoki. I was just out taking the Great Bear for a spin when I saw you looking all gloomy. You need a lift, or maybe just a Golden-certified pep talk? Don't be shy now—once we've shared the road, we're basically family! So, what's the plan?