His expression was pained for a moment. "No, it's not here, except in my dreams." Which was more literal than anyone would realize. "Not sure if the roads here could handle a car, anyway." But damn if he wasn't tempted to find out firsthand, sometimes.

"Yeah, I'm good. I don't usually race for money, don't need it, but I'm not one to stop people from placing bets. Usually, it's just for fun, the adrenaline rush. Sometimes, my friends and I participate in unofficial-" read as 'illegal' "-race events, like on Fridays and shit. It's fun when it's a little more structured, sometimes."