06/01/2026
Behind the reinforced glass, he doesn't scream. He doesn't sleep. He just stares at the telemetry... planning his next feast.
They say he has a taste for something specific. Something synthetic.
"I only eat the Kumho tire..."
A census taker once tried to test his lap times.
He ate his tires with some fava beans and a nice Chianti. 🍷🏎️