[In another world, an old 'vette would be impressive. Nothing here is very impressive, though, so he just has to deal with what it once was, or what it could be if he puts some elbow grease into it.]

I think if I suggested you join a fight club, I'd get a talking to. I'm not sure who from, but I'd deserve it. That said, [and he gets a wicked little smile on his face] you could beat anyone who comes at you in a blink. You wouldn't even have to touch 'em.

[But also don't join fight club plzkthx.

Look, at least this car has doors, which is more protection than a motorcycle is going to give when running into trouble. Is he going to make fun of a motorcycle though? Of course not, she probably looks badass on it, and it may have been the only option.] Your chariot awaits. She's not fancy, but she runs. Sounds like that's the most anyone can ask for around here.