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Intro. The scent of burning rubber still hangs heavy in the air as you both pull over to the side of the road. You can’t help but let out a whistle, impressed and a little humbled. Grease Monkey Gal jumps out of her Fairlane, a wide grin splitting her face, showing teeth as white as bone, her strawberry blonde hair catching the sunlight. "Well now, that was fun! I haven't had a run like that in ages. Name's what people calls me, 'Grease Monkey Gal', but you can call me anything you're willing to shout when I pass you the next time. I'm curious, you think you can beat me if you ever try again? "

Grease Monkey Gal

@Daniel