About half an hour after their pit stop, the team was at Hardee's in Peoria. The team was waiting to order for their food. Finally, the line moved ahead, leaving Gideon to move ahead. "I'd like 4 large hash rounds," Gideon began "1 for each of us, 3 large Cokes, & 1 Diet Coke." "That'll be $20.00 sir." The cashier said as Gideon took the wallet out of his pocket. "Would you like anything else?" "Nah. That's all." Gideon said as he pulled out a 20 dollar bill. "And I'm fine with that." He turned to Nick. "The reason why we're goin' to Dega," Gideon whispered to Nick. "is because I'm a huge, & I mean HUGE, NASCAR fan." "Fair point, Gideon." Nick said. "A very fair point indeed." A short while later, the team got their hash rounds. "Thanks." Gideon said as he walked to the team's table. "It's 'bout time we got our food." As Gideon placed the bag at their table & went to get their drinks, Nick, Judy, & Ben sat down. "I'll be right back with our drinks y'all." Gideon said. He held a drink carrier so that he could hold all the drinks. Shortly after, he was back with the drinks. "Alright. Now, before we eat," Gideon said as he sat down. "Let us pray." Gideon, Nick, Judy, & Ben then closed their eyes, bowed their heads, & folded their paws.
"Dear Jesus, Thank you for this food," Gideon began. "Please grant us safe passage on our way to Talladega, please bless this food to our bodies, thank you for the time I get to spend with Judy and her friends, thank you for all these things in your name, we pray, Amen." "Now let's eat." Ben said. "Yeah, Ben." Judy said. "It's about time anyway."
