[ooc[ The green car with a long roof is the best for this, in my opinion[/ooc]
"It's stupid, immature, disruptive and above all, dangerous," Gum lectured Yo-yo and Soda, who didn't really care what she said.
"It's not that dangerous," insisted Yo-yo. They had just explained to Gum what car surfing was.
"You could die if you get hit by a car!"
"But we don't," insisted Soda. "It's easy. Why don't you try it?"
"Because I'm not stupid," snapped Gum.
"Sounds fun," said Beat, "How's it work?"
"Well," said Soda, rubbing his hands together eagerly, "You dash out in front of the traffic, stopping it, right? Then you or ya partner climb onto the roof of an unsuspecting car, and surf it all the way down to the other end of the street. Only tricky bits are staying on, and picking the car that's gonna stop."
"What cars wouldn't stop?"
"Taxis for one. Never trust a stupid taxi," said Soda.
"Yeah, yo, Taxis are inconsiderate bastards. Yo."
"So, let's do this then, yeah?" said Beat.
"Right," said Soda, "Hey, where's Gum go? Did she get stuck on the bottom of someone's shoe?"
"That's not very nice, yo."
"Oh yeah? Someone had to say it."
"No they didn't," said Beat calmly. "She was here just a moment ago."
"Yeah, but a moment ago ain't now. Yo."
"No kidding." The three boys looked dumbly around.
"This is ridiculous," Beat shook his head.
"Aren't all girls?" shrugged Soda.
"How would you know, none of 'em ever go near you."
"Yo, come on! We gonna surf or what? Yo?"
"Yeeehaaaa!" shouted Beat, keeping low to the roof of the car as it drove down Dogenzaka hill.
"Yooooooooooooooo!" answered Yo-yo, of course.
"Told ya!" added Soda. Once you got the hang of it, Car surfing was pretty easy. It would probably be even easier without wheels on their shoes, but all in all, it wasn't hard, and so far was relatively harmless.
"Where are we going?" Beat yelled over the Traffic.
"Looks like Shibuya!"
"Sweet!"
"Yo!" The 'lucky' cars continued driving, turning at Dogenzaka hill to enter Shibuya terminal.
"Hang on!" yelled Beat, with a sudden realisation, "We're all going different directions!"
"So get off, yo!" suggested Yo-yo.
"How?"
"Hang five," suggested Soda.
"What?"
"Look over here, like this." Soda slipped one of his skates off, and removed the sock also. Then, with a crazy grin, dangled the bare leg over the windscreen of the car. Brakes screeched. The whole column of traffic stopped.
"Next stop, Shibuya Terminal!" declared Soda, leaping off the car, landing gracefully on one foot and gliding around the corner. Beat followed quickly, as drivers started waving fists out of their windows and horns blared. Yo-yo was close behind him.
"Come on, yo." Soda waited around the corner, sitting to put on his skate again.
"So, what'cha think?" asked Soda, grinning madly. Yo-yo had the same grin. Beat didn't know it, but he also had the grin. They all grinned madly.
"Let's do that again!"
"It's stupid, immature, disruptive and above all, dangerous," Gum lectured Yo-yo and Soda, who didn't really care what she said.
"It's not that dangerous," insisted Yo-yo. They had just explained to Gum what car surfing was.
"You could die if you get hit by a car!"
"But we don't," insisted Soda. "It's easy. Why don't you try it?"
"Because I'm not stupid," snapped Gum.
"Sounds fun," said Beat, "How's it work?"
"Well," said Soda, rubbing his hands together eagerly, "You dash out in front of the traffic, stopping it, right? Then you or ya partner climb onto the roof of an unsuspecting car, and surf it all the way down to the other end of the street. Only tricky bits are staying on, and picking the car that's gonna stop."
"What cars wouldn't stop?"
"Taxis for one. Never trust a stupid taxi," said Soda.
"Yeah, yo, Taxis are inconsiderate bastards. Yo."
"So, let's do this then, yeah?" said Beat.
"Right," said Soda, "Hey, where's Gum go? Did she get stuck on the bottom of someone's shoe?"
"That's not very nice, yo."
"Oh yeah? Someone had to say it."
"No they didn't," said Beat calmly. "She was here just a moment ago."
"Yeah, but a moment ago ain't now. Yo."
"No kidding." The three boys looked dumbly around.
"This is ridiculous," Beat shook his head.
"Aren't all girls?" shrugged Soda.
"How would you know, none of 'em ever go near you."
"Yo, come on! We gonna surf or what? Yo?"
"Yeeehaaaa!" shouted Beat, keeping low to the roof of the car as it drove down Dogenzaka hill.
"Yooooooooooooooo!" answered Yo-yo, of course.
"Told ya!" added Soda. Once you got the hang of it, Car surfing was pretty easy. It would probably be even easier without wheels on their shoes, but all in all, it wasn't hard, and so far was relatively harmless.
"Where are we going?" Beat yelled over the Traffic.
"Looks like Shibuya!"
"Sweet!"
"Yo!" The 'lucky' cars continued driving, turning at Dogenzaka hill to enter Shibuya terminal.
"Hang on!" yelled Beat, with a sudden realisation, "We're all going different directions!"
"So get off, yo!" suggested Yo-yo.
"How?"
"Hang five," suggested Soda.
"What?"
"Look over here, like this." Soda slipped one of his skates off, and removed the sock also. Then, with a crazy grin, dangled the bare leg over the windscreen of the car. Brakes screeched. The whole column of traffic stopped.
"Next stop, Shibuya Terminal!" declared Soda, leaping off the car, landing gracefully on one foot and gliding around the corner. Beat followed quickly, as drivers started waving fists out of their windows and horns blared. Yo-yo was close behind him.
"Come on, yo." Soda waited around the corner, sitting to put on his skate again.
"So, what'cha think?" asked Soda, grinning madly. Yo-yo had the same grin. Beat didn't know it, but he also had the grin. They all grinned madly.
"Let's do that again!"