Tubbs is a shadow and the grave hint of a presence, literally. With no clear form, per se, his is like the shadow of a figure glimpsed under the door, or retreating down the hall ahead, or cast by a figure lighting a cigarette around a dark corner. The stench of stale cigarettes and habitual alcohol abuse sometimes fill the nostrils when you pass through where Tubbs has recently stood, too, but he is always just out of the way, just a bit ahead or behind, and never stands in the presence of an observer. Tubbs represents malice, and murder, and conflict, and like a horseman, serves as a harbinger of these ugly subjects (although his Threshold is not Torn). Whenever someone is going to do bad upon someone else, Tubbs is there waiting to see, a silent witness. His motives are unclear, but it must be releated to his actual death, which with no true appearance, ascertaining such is difficult, at best: his Keystone lays clues, being a deathly monster car destroyed and left to rot in an auto graveyard. Perhaps he was a racer and was murdered, who can say. Regardless of the lost circumstances, or even the name he lived with, Tubbs is one of the Prey when one digs deeply enough, and possesses the Pyre-Flame and Grave-Dirt Keys.
The Death Racer was a labor of greed before it became a thing of Twilight and smoke. It is the sort of vehicle that took hours and hours of manual labor while family, education, and responsibilities all took a back seat. The culmination is an evil-looking, black monstrosity that rips road and screams through the nighttime countryside. The Death Racer was pivotal in the death of the Sin-Eater who owned it; a man who would go on to become a Geist, and to possess John Bender decades later, bringing the rod with him. Through countless modifications, it is faster, accelerates stronger, and handles better than it would at first appear.