"This shit wack as fuck." 8 miles of gas, or at least that's what the fucked up dashboard said , with 75 miles until LA. And nowhere near enough money for that. Tre shook his head in disgust at the current situation. Nothing had gone according to the plan. Checking his phone, he saw how low his battery was. "11%" , he muttered. Its already 10:30. He surveyed the 7/11 Station he was at and the nearby gas tanks, maybe hoping to find a magic hundred dollar bill. All that were to be found were superior cars and people filling up their tanks. Each car in the lot had its owner to be found somewhere near the vehicle. A Camry filled with loud ass kids, a Chevy Tahoe with the owner leaning upon it and yelling on the phone, a clean ass Integra with a fine Mexican girl pumping while her equally as fine friend got into an argument with who looked like her boyfriend in the car. All the card were accounted for, except for one… Parked alone at the furthest pump from the 7/11 was a coke white Honda Civic. Nothing looked to spectacular about the car, save for a blue rectangular decal pattern on its doors, and something else rather intriguing… The car was still on… And the windows were down. "I'm really trippin right now for thinkin about takin this nigga's car", Tre said internally "The police already on my ass". Figuring it to be an idea created by his fatigue and the hardships of the day, he went inside of the 7/11 in hopes of getting something to drink. The store was surprisingly packed, for being in the middle of nowhere at damn near 11 o clock at night. "Shiiiiit, there's other black people out here?", he accidentally said aloud, as he watched 3 kids, probably all around 12,try to sneak a bag of Hot Cheetos inside a backpack. "Shut up nigggaaaa", hissed the smallest of the group, as they darted out of the store. Shaking his head, Tre grabbed a Red Bull, and a bag of Takis, and paid, leaving whilst realizing he was officially broke. Sighing as he left the store, he realized the Civic he had seen earlier was no longer abandoned. Two Asian girls were leaning upon the hood, with a rather obese Asian man leaning on the driver side door. They all appeared to be conversing about something. The man caught sight of Tre walking towards his dilapidated piece of shit excuse for a car and motioned towards one of the girls. The other girl shook her head and walked away from the car. Tre noticed, but was unphased, he was used to getting clowned for the car. He started to pull out of the lot when the Escort began to sputter and die out. They began laughing in unison as Tre realized what the commotion was about. Tre turned the car off and hopped out, now embarrased and furious. "The fuck yo fatass laughin at?", the already irritated teenager yelled across the now silent parking lot. The female still lingering on the hood was now also silent, but the large man continued laughing, "Nothing bro, just trying to figure out when Ford started making lawn mowers". This garnered some more laughs from the Asian woman still sitting on the hood, as well as a few of the other people at the gas station, as they looked upon the rusty 1988 Ford Escort. Now visibly annoyed, Tre retorted, "Nigga since when has Honda been sponsored by Weight Watchers, you know damn well that piece of shit ass Civic suspension lowers 6 inches everytime you get in". Seemingly amused, the fat man continued laughing, which confused Tre. "So you think you can that piece of crap can touch the Mosesmobile?, Haha I would tell you to put some money on it, but I can tell times are rough bro." The embarrasment continued, as Tre looked down at the 19 cents he recieved in change and the Red Bull can he'd chugged. He threw both at the ground. " Bet. ", was Tre's only response. "Bet… bet what? Whatchu got that's worth taking?", the fat man continued prodding. " Moses don't race for pocket change and energy drinks." Tre had had enough. " Well you can race for some vegetables then, 5 bands… and the pink slip to my car". Moses and the remaining Asian chick laughed in unison for a good 5 minutes. "You know what bro, I'll take you up on your offer, if only so I can get that crap off the streets." And with that "Moses", entered his Civic, along with the Asian chick, and began revving his V6 loudly, as he turned the radio up. "Look at this lil shrimp, who does he think he's kidding posin like that. He thinks he can race me in that car? Don't know who he's messin with". As he pulled up next to Tre's Escort, he began peeling out, and yelled,"Aye bro, follow me, we race at midnight".