<div class="floatleft">(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQsZZNUqc5dBD2DxWHAnYlJZIzW7rt8C8oz5D1BAyzo3dT9oepB)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Adrian Farone.</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- South American Fusion Eatery in Downtown San Francisco<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- 11th March '06 1pm.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Clint<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Adrian had been racing his way back home when he saw a line of restaurants. He had been to most of the ones there, and figured he'd stop to eat before going home, probably to work on his car. He pulled up to some random eatery, which happened to be one of the ones he hadn't been to before. He eased his car into the parking spot, getting out of his car and locking it as he did so. He noticed a man watching him, one that he could only describe as a cowboy. He heard his whistle and smiled. Most people complimented his car, it was quite eye-catching.<br/><br/>He nodded his head to the compliment, then stopped as he heard the stranger's advice. "All of the food?" he said, with a smile. "Surely they must have something worth eating in there." he said to the cowboy. He looked over at the cowboy's own ride, and noticed the loaded pickup truck. "That's quite a cargo you have there yourself, Cowboy." he said, gesturing to all of the things in his truck.