Luke: "You raced in the World GP?" Ben: "I was once a motorcycle racer, the same as your father." Luke: "My father didn't race motorcycles. He was a tool on a bowling team." Ben: "That's what your uncle told you. He didn't hold with your father's ideals. He thought he should stay home. Not gotten involved." Luke: "I wish I had known him." Ben: "He was a cunning racer, and the best two stroke rider in the world. And he was a good friend. I understand you've become quite a good rider yourself. For over 50 years, two strokes ruled the racing world. Before the dark times. Before the Empire." Luke: "How did my father die?" Ben: "A young track rider named Darth Vader, who was a pupil of mine until she turned to evil, helped other women hunt down and destroy the racers through marriage. She betrayed and murdered your father's racing career by having children. He sat around and got fat by watching Speed Vision and eating Taco bell. Too many sedentary nights weakened you father's heart. Giving into Vader for an attempt at a 6th child did you father in. Vader was seduced by the Dark Side of the Force." Luke: "The Force?" Ben: "Yes, the Force is what gives a racer his power. It's an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us. Penetrates us. Binds the galaxy together. It also makes chicks want children. Which reminds me. Your father wanted you to have this when you were old enough, but your uncle would not allow. He thought you'd follow Obi-Wan on some idealistic crusade." Luke: "What is it?" Ben: "It's your father's NSR 500. The weapon of a GP racer. Not as random or clumsy as a Gixxer. An elegant weapon for a more civilized age."
