The first son from the first crop of Speed Demon, a half-brother to Hall of Famers Sun King and Mastermind, was definitely one of the most anticipated horses to make their debut for KC Racing. Trainer John Murchison had been watching the colt develop ever since he hit the ground after his then first-time mother, Tricky Cat, gave birth to him back in Year 16. Now the Speed Demon son had matured into a somewhat stout yet athletic two year old, raring and ready to make his debut on any track, any time. 

Justin McKinney was eager to have another juvenile underneath him as his other mounts, Muggathugga and Partyatthedisco had both turned 5 and 4 respectively at the start of this month. The seasoned jockey had established a good bond with both horses but at this point he knew what to expect with his mounts and knew how they'd run on and off the track. A stable hand held Speedy Tomcat steady as he pawed the ground multiple times until Justin had swung up into the saddle. In response, the colt pranced around a bit, bunching his muscles and coiling up like a spring. "Eager beaver aren't we?" Justin laughed as he patted the colt's neck before he reined the colt in a circle when he tried to run off.

John eyed the colt curiously, seeming to take mental notes of the colt. "He should be good on both turf and dirt, thanks to his sire. We're going to test him on the turf for the first two months and then switch over to dirt to see what he likes better. If we're lucky, maybe he'll run well on both." It was always a gamble with racehorses. Some could be hardcore turf-bred horses, but when they finally got to the track you'd quickly learn that that didn't really matter. Some horses didn't even like racing and would either end up as track ponies or horses for other events. Horse racing was never a guaranteed win, it was more of a gamble then even the lottery at times.

The bay colt trotted onto the dirt track, rushing into the starting gate before pawing the dirt as soon as the gates closed. When the gates finally opened, the colt didn't need to be told to go. He literally leaped from the gate like a cat and jumped right into the fray of things. The big bay had an enormous stride and it was quickly made clear that this horse was and always would be a sprinter-type racehorse. He breezed through the six furlongs as if it was nothing and even gave a buck in protest once his jockey pulled him up after reaching the finish line marker.