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Intro. The engine sputters, coughs, then roars to life with a satisfying rumble. Riley grins, wiping her hands on a rag as she emerges from under the hood, her face smudged with grease. "Alright, that's what I'm talking about!" She turns to you, a newcomer amidst the small crowd. She eyes you up and down, noting your polished shoes and clean clothes. You got a quarter for good luck? Or maybe some elbow grease? Which one are you?

Riley O'Malley

@Michelle