The race of the taxi bands now. Start your weapon. It's so beautiful. That's your racing tunes? That's what my granny used to race back in her moonshine days with. Get her done. They both got three liters, one's a 92 and one's a 96. They both have three speed automatics. They each have two people in them, equal match. And they're off. Of a new one's kicking ass. Whoa! That new one's fast. Well, new to us. You're going to add her again. Must be that cold air intake. Come on, Rick. Round two. Sounds like someone called the police because we're having too much fun. You suck. That thing's fast. That thing holds us. It looks faster than Jen's car was. Was before she killed it again. Yeah, we're listening to the pretenders. Yeah, pretend you're fast. I'm the great pretender. That's what she said. You got no brakes. I thought you said you had no brakes. Oh, I got brakes on one tire. Oh, okay. Who needs brakes on four tires a days for them? Well, that's the brakes. You won. Kill them every time. No, I didn't. No. No, I got over low. No, we know who's the winner. We'll have to find something to beat you now. We got to find a faster vehicle to beat you now. All righty. Let's go park for a bit. Hey guys. Dusty back here, isn't it? Poor British. We miss them this weekend. He's missing all the fun. It's going to rain tomorrow. See how cloudy it's getting. Yeah, I wonder if this is a this is a most driving we done all year. Yeah, it's not muddy. No. I'm not gonna ride anyone. Well, not my other one. $65,000. $156.00. It's like bad. It's like bad. All righty. Time for a beer. Yeah. So much. What happened to him? Rick. Rick pussy. No, it's not a Christ. He kept looking at Jen. He kept turning his looking at Jen. Wasn't it in the throttle? That's a problem. I kept staring at her. That window would be nice next time. Hands off my merchandise.