| Cesar: |
Heeyy, CJ, you made it! |
| Cesar: |
Nice ride, man. That's no carrucha! You sure you want to risk that baby? |
| CJ: |
Yeah, I'm sure. How much they talking about? |
| Cesar: |
It's hard cash or your pink slip in the pot. Con Safos, eh. Then you pull up and race. First past the post wins, con chota, sin chota. |
| CJ: |
OK, for sure. I'm down. |
| Cesar: |
Watch out, CJ, these boys don't like to lose, eh... |
| CJ: |
Yeah, well me either. |
| Cesar: |
Follow me to the race, dude! |
| CJ follows Cesar and Kendl to race start point near Commerce. |
| Cesar: |
Hey, keep up, holmes! Not far now, eh! |
| Kendl: |
C'mon, Carl, follow us! You almost there, Carl! |
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