I comebackandracefor $33,000 andSamHarveygets a long, long, coldridebacktoTexas.
That's a Slowsdangtuneup I'veeverhadinthis.
Sowe'reupfortheone.
I feellikewearegoingtokicktheoutofTexasanyway.
I Yes, sir.
It's allright.
Wegotplentyofracing.
D'oh!
Raisedagain, man.
Judgingbyeverythingwe'veseen, nothingisgoingon.
Nothinghasgonedowntheroad.
I justlookedatChiefData.
Heleftwith £10 ofboozetostuckforabout 1.5.
Thenhepedaledituntilaboutthelastsecond.
Hedidn't make a ballhiteither.
Wanthimclose?
I drew a Birdman.
Webasicallyprobablypossiblyhavetothefastestcarsonpropertyfeellike I shouldturnthelaunchrpmdownandtryingtotake a littleboostoutofoutofthehole.
SoBirdmanbemeSeasononenoprepKings.
Heendedupwinningthechampionship.
Yeah, I gottofaceitonceduringSeasontwoDope.
I gotthewin.
I wanttodothesamethingtonightWayNeed I testitontheroad, Similartowhatwe'reabouttoraceontonight.
And I wentreallyfast.
I'veheard a lotoftheseguystalkingabouthowthisroadisterrible.
It's not.
I mean, it's It's concrete.
I'm gonnagowatchthe O ready.
Takeitright.
TakingspinThatwheel, babywindowfoggedover.
I couldn't see a bumptoseein a minute.
I schooleditupThewindshieldjustwentcompletelyquietAndthere's nodefrostingThisracecarhadthelift.
I hadtoletout.
I hatetolosethatway, but I can't chancetakingoff.
I can't seeOhmyGod, DudeofallthestupidIf I hadn't made a passoutofdrugRyanMartin's askedmymorninggotmeonthestreetoronthetrack, andheneedstohearthatprettysloppyway I know.