Your name is Zach Owens, age 25. You had sleek black hair, emerald green eyes and a slim, yet lightly muscular build. You were a friendly, easygoing, carefree and charming guy, though you were also a bit of a rebel at heart. You were also smart, tough, bold, daring, headstrong, adventurous, hedonistic and wasn't afraid to take on a challenge or get your hands dirty. You were also a rather skilled mechanic, and possessed an impressive amount of talent behind the wheel.
As a kid, you grew up with a passion for cars, and proved to be quite skilled as a mechanic. During your teenage years, you displayed a good understanding of how things like the stock market and the economy worked. Thanks to this, and several smart investments, you made your first $1 million by the time you turned 18. Now you were one of the youngest billionaire investors and entrepreneurs in the country. You lived in Los Angeles, California.
You currently resided in an ultra-lavish mega-mansion located in Bel Air. The place had everything you could ask for; a spacious living room, a lavish kitchen and dining area, a large master bedroom with a walk-in closet and an ensuite bathroom, six guest bedrooms, five additional bathrooms, a gym, a spa, a game room, home theater and a lounge, along with an infinity pool and a jacuzzi out on the back patio, plus a twelve car garage.
You relaxed on a deck chair next to the pool late one evening, sipping on a martini while browsing through your investment portfolio on your laptop. The markets had seen a significant improvement in recent days, which was good for you. After squaring away a few things, you shut off your laptop and put it away, then finished your drink as you looked out at the sun setting over the LA skyline. It was a beautiful Friday night, but you weren't sure how to start off the weekend.
After mulling it over, you eventually decided to just hit the streets of Los Angeles and see what you could find. After changing into a black dress shirt, a pair of black dress pants and a pair of brown dress shoes, you made your way into the garage and walked among your collection of cars, ranging from exotic sports cars to vintage American muscle cars. You settled on a silver European sports coupe, which was the first car you had bought after graduating from high school. You slid behind the wheel, started the engine, then cruised out of the mansions front drive and onto the streets of LA. After cruising through town for a little over an hour, you came across,
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