Thankfully, Moses had only led Tre on a drive of about a mile, they were somewhere near Bakersfield, at a Panda Express parking lot, filled with what Tre assumed were other racers. 5 Miles of gas… "Fuck this gas eatin ass bitch ass car, we ain't even drive 3 miles bruhh", Tre monologued. As Moses exited the Civic with his lady friend, he began a conversation with a nearby racer, who was adorned in motorcycle gear , "This lil shrimp thinks he's got a shot against Team Moses, in THAT." The racer laughed, and removed his helmet. "Man you must've lost your mind Moses, why even put your pink slip up for that piece of shit". "Because I need a warmup before we get back to LA, and this lil shrimp thinks his lawn mower can keep up", Moses replied. "Besides Mauro, Team Moses never turns down a challenge, unlike certain other racers". "You need to start turning down some of that beef and broccoli, you the only customer here", said the biker before putting his helmet back on and exiting the parking lot, followed by several other bikes and a Maxda RX-8 . Tre pulled up beside Moses, anxious to start. "A simple drag race, 2 miles down to the Airport and back. Let's see if your car can make it", Moses chuckled. Suddenly the Asian chick who'd been joking with Moses earlier walked between their cars. "On her mark. You see the way she's lookin at me? She ain't interested in you, she don't like scrawny losers". "Yeah, shut up already", Tre mumbled. As they both revved up and prepped for the drop of the hands, Tre noticed the other girl from earlier leaning upon a Civic of her own, or at least thats how it seemed, headphones on, but with her car stereo still loudly playing techno music. But before he had time to react, the hands had dropped, and Tre was racing again.