John shakes his head. All we got is you. Terry and Curt watch him go off. During the day, G street is a line of used car lots, small shops, tacky department stores and greasy spoons. At night, it is transformed into an endless parade of kids in flamed, lowered and customed machines who rumble down the one way street, through the seemingly adultless, heat-drugged little town.
Police cars glide ominously with the flow of traffic.
In parked cars, couples neck between flashing headlights. John travels with the flow of traffic, watching some dopey guys shooting squirt guns from a moving car. John drives the deuce coupe effortlessly. He looks over at a car pacing alongside of his own. A sweaty looking guy turns and nods from the window.