A gritty scene unfolds in sunny day: red 1955 Supercharged Chevy Bel Air lit by a flashlight. with reflective dirty windshield its exterior covered in dirt and grime, rounds a dark town's corner with reckless abandon. As it drifts, a massive splash of water erupts, sending droplets flying everywhere. The car's tires screech in protest, the only sound in an otherwise eerily silent dawn at the dirt road. The car darted swiftly through the narrow gaps between the containers in the scorching heat of the harbor.
