"Welcome one, and welcome all! To the first ever Overdrive Run race!" The announcer said, receiving a torrent of cheers from the.  "Now! I know you're all excited, we don't blame ya! The race will begin in a few hours! We hope you can hold in your excitement until then!"<br/><br/>Of course, they kind of had to, if they didn't want their multi-hundred tickets to go to race. A race that nobody really saw coming! Perhaps I should explain.<br/><br/>About a year ago, all the various government of the world went and announced a race around the world, starting in Kansas, USA, and ending in the same place. Granted, it wouldn't a circle, with a lot of twist and turns along the way!<br/><br/>And also, it was a race that used giant robots.<br/><br/>It had a few rules, of course. No going higher than 300 M, no weapons.  No going faster than 200mph. No assaulting or otherwise interfering with another racer outside of their machine. Besides that, most anything was fair game! And if they kept on playing a song over the mic the other racers were fully able to punch them.<br/><br/>To those who could overlooking the excitement of the race, and the prize money ($1,000,000,000) could tell something was amiss! But those people were few and far between.<br/>---<br/><br/>"Uhh, sir...about your machi-"<br/>"Yeah, it's great. And awesome. Stop talking about it."<br/>"But, sir! It's-"<br/>"FINE! It's fine! Don't worry about it, buddy! Thank you! But it's fine!"<br/><br/>The mechanic shrugged, walking away, as the boy he was talking to whistled, trying to look discreet. He was failing. Mostly due to his wild strawberry red hair, purple headband with a yellow zigzag line around it, with a blue eye design on the front of it. He was wearing a dark red jacket with similar yellow line going down the sleeves, with black shoulder pads added onto the jacket. He was wearing a blue shirt with a yellow design on it, resembling two "V"s, one upside down and overlapping the other. He was wearing a belt, with the same coloration of his head bed, lines and all, with his belt buckle being the same eye design. His pants were black jeans, with the zigzag  lines wrapping around them, and he was wearing some sort of purple and black shoes. He also had black fingerless gloves, with the same eye design on the palms.<br/><br/>He looked to be about eighteen, but his green eyes shown more than hint of youthful enthusiasm.  "Come on...Come on." he muttered, tapping his feet. The sooner the race begun, the sooner he was /safe/. "...Naw. what re the chances of dad knowing where I am and having the power to pull me out of the race? Incredibly low! Extremely low.....pretty low....low. They're low! I'm fine!"