The ride
Top down. Cigar lit. Sunset forever.
Every night Mr Veto takes the white convertible out on the ocean drive of Veto City. Red leather, chrome everything, one hand on the wheel, the other on the door. The neon comes on, the palms go by, the hotels light up his name.
He does not race. He does not stop. He cruises. And whatever gets in the way, a red light, a red candle, a guy who says sell, gets the same answer.
Vetoed.
- Name
- MR VETO
- Class
- Convertible, top down
- Restrictions
- None. Vetoed.
- Plate
- VETO 47
- Ticker
- $VETO