Jockey. Fights his own decline the same way he fights a car built for a different kind of driver. Notices timing, tolerances, sound, the half-second where a decision has to be made.
An old-money garage gone thin, closer in spirit to Center Point's professional respectability than to Barricadia's outlaw glamour. Not one of the sport's dynasties: a name that used to mean something and is fighting to mean something again.
Kestrel Motorworks is thin-staffed, still recovering from its own bad season, and hires the Warranty Void crew as freelance support for a stretch of the Raid Race calendar. It is the most legitimate work any of them have ever had.