"Hey, no problem. I'm sure your dad's a professional, I just do this for fun." Douglas' machine gave a thumbs-up, not taking any offense at all. He knew there were better mechanics out there, but he was still damn proud of what he did, considering he was self-taught. "And maybe after we're all done here, your dad could put somethin' together for my car," He joked. Since they were all doing well and were either keeping far ahead of the other racers or knocking them flat on their asses, he turned on his radio. The wonderful sounds of 1970's era rock filled the air.<br/><br/>From the back of the group, another machine was rapidly approaching. A smallish humanoid, its feet not moving as it zipped across the ground. It was a black machine, with a purple visor and many silver rivets and plates of metal breaking up its otherwise uniform colour. Many boosters were on its back and the rears of its legs, giving it a good speed without the need for bulky additions like vehicles.<br/><br/>When it reached the rear of Douglas' car, the pilot decided to be a show-offy prick. He jumped, boosting himself up and over both Douglas' and Michael's machines. In the air, he turned over, his machine locking 'eyes' with Michael's. All the boosters activated and turned in such a way that it would be sent forward a bit, followed by boosters on the robot's chest pushing it backward. It looked into the cockpit of David's car, obviously attempting to be intimidating.<br/><br/>Douglas' machine gave the response of a friendly salute.<br/><br/>A few moments of reactionless silence followed. The small robot swiftly spun around and leaned forward, zipping away. Douglas laughed from inside his cockpit. "Looks like we got a challenger. Hang on tight," He said, his vehicle's speed increasing swiftly as he put more pressure on the pedal.