"Well....I think it's only right for a racer to help a fellow racer if he likes him! And I like both of you guys! So I'll help you!" Michael said, nodding. Made perfect sense to him! "And thanks, Douglas! But...uhh...well...I'm sure whatever parts you might be getting are great! But... I think that maybe the parts my dad use are...way better. I'm sure yours are good through! I'm sorry! I'm sure they're good!"<br/><br/>He sighed, his hair turning pink again. "...Sorry!"<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>A silver and purple boosted past some other racers, spinning around and kicking whoever came close. Gerald was coming to a realization as he easily evaded any attempts to strike him down.<br/><br/>Very few people in this race were worth shit. Like...that one. The racer in the wolf like machine, who jump brought the machine close to Gerald's silver machine, getting it a kick back to earth. "Well....maybe they're not bad." Gerald asked himself, rubbing his chin. "Perhaps I'm just that good." He smirked, checking his map. 250 miles to the next checkpoint, alright.