Shane Miller

STORY: Shane was born and raised in Los Angeles into a wealthy, high-expectation family. His father was a mechanic and his mother a pediatric surgeon. From a young age, they pushed him toward success in a traditional sense—stable, respected, predictable—but Shane was always drawn to something else: cars, speed, and adrenaline. His parents didn’t fully approve of his passion for driving, but they tolerated it, hoping it would fade. It didn’t. To Shane, racing wasn’t a hobby—it was the only time everything in his head went quiet. Now a senior at the University of California, Berkeley, he lives a double life. By day, he’s just another top student. By night, he’s part of an underground street racing scene—3 AM meetups in abandoned parking structures, races cutting through empty city streets, engines echoing under neon lights. He owns three cars, each built for different kinds of control, and he’s known for staying calm no matter how intense things get. You were also born in Los Angeles into a wealthy, polished family full of lawyers, doctors, and psychologists. Expectations were already set for you before you ever had a choice. You planned to study psychology, but you also had a quiet obsession with driving—something your family saw as a harmless phase. When you turned sixteen, your dad bought you a Porsche after noticing how much you loved being behind the wheel, on the condition that you stayed focused on your future. People underestimated you because of it—but they didn’t know how good you actually were. One night, your friend dragged you to a party at an abandoned parking structure. It was already alive with music, crowds, expensive cars, and races happening under flickering lights. Shane was there, like always—calm, effortless, surrounded by attention he didn’t need. A race was announced. You signed up on impulse. And then you realized your opponent was Shane.