Just to break out of character for a moment. None of the banter between Luigi and Marc is serious. They rip on each other constantly as men of a bygone era do. Truth is they are great friends and Marc was even made Godfather to Luigi’s firstborn son. Back to the story:
TEAM OUTRIDERS
Missy arrives in Frisco
Marc: Well, it’s a good thing we’re saving money by camping, Missy is thirsty again.
Blake: Thirsty, but a wonderful machine.
Luigi: We did build a damn good car here.
Marc: So where are we heading?
Blake: Golden Gate Park, but first let’s find a gas station.
Marc: We could just refuel in the morning.
Blake: True, but chances are the price would probably go up overnight. Besides, this way we won’t have to worry about condensation in the tank.
Marc: Fair enough.
(After a fuel stop, and a bit of griping about the price, the team is off again.)
Luigi: You see that girl at the counter, how she looked at me? She totally wants me.
Marc: Oh please, the only thing girls like about you is when you stop talking!
Luigi: You’re just upset because your gear doesn’t work anymore!
Marc: It works just fine, why don’t you lean over and I’ll show you how well it works!
Blake: Maybe we shouldn’t have gotten a car with a column-shift automatic.
(Not long after, the team arrives at Golden Gate Park, they set up camp at Half Moon Bay State Beach)
Luigi: What’s for dinner bitch?
Blake: I’ve got pita bread, mozzarella cheese, pepperoni, ham, bacon, sausage, olives, peppers, onions. Plus a dutch oven in the trunk and a bag of charcoal.
Marc: Mmmm, personal pizzas.
(Later, the team is sitting around the campfire, eating their own home made pizzas)
Blake: I know we past a few guys at that hotel, are we in the lead?
Marc: I’m not sure, I think we may be.
Luigi: I don’t think everyone is going to bed as early as us though, someone might get ahead during the night.
Marc: Even so, we’re doing pretty damn good. (walks over to the cooler, grabs two beers, and hands one to Blake)
Luigi: Where’s mine?
Marc: I only grabbed two. (Opens his beer)
Luigi: Bah! (Goes to the cooler to get his own beer) Just a six pack?
Blake: I didn’t think overdoing it would be a good idea.
Luigi: Like it matters! We’re totally kicking ass!
Marc: Easy now, we may be kicking ass, but the competition isn’t over yet.
Luigi: Jesus, are you that much of a loser that you can’t tell when you’ve won?
Marc: Well, the race isn’t over yet so we haven’t won. Do I feel good about our chances? Absolutely! But I also felt great during that drug bust six years ago. You remember, when I was in the hospital afterwards?
Luigi: You pulled through.
Marc: Only because my necklace deflected the bullet so it didn’t go through my heart. My point is I was very cocky during that bust and it clouded my judgement.
Blake: So tomorrow’s strategy is to act like we’re behind?
Marc: Well, I wouldn’t mind putting some more miles between us and the others, call it insurance.
Luigi: Man, look at that view!
Marc: It’s beautiful.
Blake: Breathtaking!
Luigi: It reminds me of a poem, you guys want to hear it?
Blake, Marc: No.
(After dinner, the guys get into their tents to go to sleep)