Yuriko set cross-legged on the hood of the 1967 GTO as she looked out over the strip. The trip to Vegas was rather pleasant over all and everything she heard about the place was mostly spot on save for one minor detail.<br/><br/>The racers here sucked.....<br/><br/>She was really hoping for a challenge against a true American muscle car and when the original owner of the GTO stepped up she was sure it would be a good race. After all she was simply in a rental.<br/><br/>Granted it was a Mustang but still....<br/><br/>Letting out a low sigh she pulls out the package that her mom had given her and looks over the information one more time. “Alright then I guess if I am going to do this I might as well get it over with. I just really hope this Kurtis guy can help.”<br/><br/>Pulling her phone from her purse she dials the number on the piece of paper.