dats da str8 dope mang. I love when we gets to runnin over dem kyds. I'm like gonna get my license in 5 years but I luv 2 b str8 pimpin on da huffy too. I tried to race this one kid he had like 4 cards in his spokes, he even had da tassles on the bars, and he had some crazy big brake kit too, I knew it was on. We line up n I notice a candy bar wrapper hangin out of his pocket. Ahhhh shiznit, it's a NOS bar. We go and I can barely hang on my bike is so fast, but he's still pulling on me hard and I notice he had a type-r sticker on his huffy, damn I had no chance. Our first grade class is in the yard and we're weaving in and out of them like mad yo. All of a sudden this kid steps out in front of me, I lock up the brakes but its no good. I end up hitting him head on and I thought I was going to die. I was right too because the kids says "you're dead". I get back on my bike and try to ride away as fast as I can, but I hear the whistle behind me. Snap, busted by the yard popo. Damn if I woulda known he had that str8 JDM type-r huffy I would have put different shoes on, but I still only lost because I couldn't get traction out of the hole, n then I misshifted, and it would have been different if we did it from a roll. dizzzamn.