Dry Bowser was zipping around Mute City in his own custom F-ZERO vehicle as he was speeding through the highway, heading towards the race course as he was prepared to join in on the racing. He was wearing a yellow scarf to cover up the bloody marks he somehow got on his skull, trying to fit in with the aesthetics of the city.
"What does a bonehead like me have to do to get some notice around here?" Dry Bowser muttered to himself as he brushed back his red hair, spotting the entry ramp to one of the race courses as he took a right turn into it, glancing around him as he noticed the ramp rising, with there being several racers coming behind him as he murmured to himself, wondering just how crammed this race would be.