An incredible look of nigh spastic glee fixed itself onto the face of El Sasquatcho; a look which would have frightened small children and the elderly, and driven many a grown man to divert their eyes were his visage not covered by the always present brown and black sugar skull Luchador mask. 

It was time. 

In a flash of hair and agility, El Sasquatcho flew out of his street clothes and into his armor; his uniform, the symbol of his Hero-ness. It was official. His first mission. His first mission, and he was driving. Life, dearest readers, was sweet. 

The bounding steps and leaps of joyous impatience brought our fuzzy protagonist out to the main doors to what he sometimes referred as his Fortress of Squatchitude. The vocal scrambler in his mask boomed in garbled fury as he intoned in a clear and proud roar, "[i][b]HERO TIME, TEAM! BEAT FEET TO THE VATO TRUCK! AH HA HA HA!!![/b][/i]

The eager Luchador sprang to the El Camino, firing up four hundred and fifty horses of barely contained fuel injected power. The vehicle roared to life, seemingly as ready and anxious as its driver to be underway. Feeding the frenzy of his adrenaline and joy, from deep, deep within his music selections sprang into the light the song most appropriate to the situation, as if by instinct - The full, updated theme of The Lone Ranger. 

[hider=Just Hit Play]
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZIVphczMbY[/youtube]
[/hider]