Neon bleeds onto rain-slicked asphalt across five distinct districts. The industrial zone's container maze echoes with turbo whine, while downtown wide lanes wear overlapping tire marks like scars.
True dominance is forged in the garage. Wrenches and welding torches become extensions of your will. Adjust the engine's breathing, reshape fenders into aggressive silhouettes—each modification carves a deeper identity for your machine. The streets don't ask about origins, only recognize presence.
Victory is claimed where headlights cut through the darkness, where the perfect gearshift harmonizes with the engine's roar. This is where legends are born, not just raced.