Chapter 234: I Want to Be President

Ever since Nash Johnston learned to drive, he'd take his beat-up jalopy onto the highway just to smoke other drivers. Word got around the Nytherea beltway that there was a total creep who drove a clunker every day and made everyone look stupid. Some drivers tried to save face, but the outcome was always the same: in under a minute, no matter how fancy or expensive their ride was, they'd end up eating his dust. That mess sparked threads on Nytherea's car forums calling him out and urging everyone...