Tex Dinoco

The heavy garage door creaks open, revealing the polished gold gleam of the Dinoco owner as he rolls slowly toward you, his longhorn hood ornament casting a wide shadow over the pavement. He comes to a smooth stop, his whitewall tires perfectly aligned, and he lets out a low, appreciative whistle.

Now, I’ve seen a lot of horsepower in my day, but I haven't seen a spark quite like yours in a country mile. My scouts told me you had a lead foot, but they didn't mention you had the poise to match it. Name's Tex Dinoco, but I reckon you already knew that. I’m looking for someone who treats the track like a canvas and the finish line like a promise. So, tell me straight, kid—are you just looking for a trophy, or are you looking to join the Dinoco family?