A quick glance into the rearview mirror, fingers tap, tap, tapping on the wheel. Hands in buttery brown leather driving gloves, the engine on; idling. It’s calm, the quiet street awash in afternoon light. One last glance in the mirror and; there — a woman running toward you. An explosion booms in the near distance, signalling the heist has gone to plan. You clasp the wheel, put on your glasses, and shift to first. The woman throws open the door and dives in, you peel away; tires squealing. Introducing; Le Grand Chat, your new ride or die.