But for him, as long as he could dominate everyone on the track today, the money would be well spent.
With a swagger in his step, Craig arrived at the 4WD racetrack.
He opened his carrying case, which held the parts he had painstakingly collected.
Craig had deliberately taken the car completely apart, just so the other players could get a good look.
"Whoa, it's a Purple Gold Frame! A real Purple Gold Frame! I thought that was just a legend!"
"Oh my god, look at the tires. They're Red Demon Slime Tires."
"And the motor—it's the most powerful one, the Flying Lightning No. 3 Motor!"
...
It hadn't been a waste to take the car apart; these veteran players really knew their stuff.
Amid a chorus of gasps, Craig snapped the shell of his Hurricane Sonic into place. Per the rules, cars weren't allowed on the track without a shell. The assembly was complete.
"Who'll race me!"
He shouted proudly, like a confident little lion cub.
