Hey, sexy, let's go.
Yo, Chu Chu...
No, I'm out, man. He's coming.
It's a rap. He's coming!
No, he's coming.
Tell Smoke his punk-ass...
Instead he out there hiding.
Instead of coming|and facing me like a man.
Listen, Chu Chu,|he'll be here.
No, that's bullshit.|I'm out.
He'll be here.
I want my money.
Listen, if you ask me...
...he's just waiting|to make an entrance.
Look out,|little girl.
All right, I'll give him|five minutes.
No, make it one.
Hear ye! Hear ye!|Gather 'round!
Black Knights in town.
And all you mere mortals|need to bow that ass down!
...then you have never seen...
...a brother on a motorcycle|do his thing.
Oh, glory be to God...
...y'all, 'cause you know|He had a vision.
He put Arthur Ashe on the clay...
Jackie Robinson on the diamond...
Muhammad Ali in the ring|and my man, Smoke...
...on the two wheels!
So don't be s-s-stuttering|and standing your ass around.
Get down on your knees|and bow that ass down.
Right on, brother.
What up, Kid?
Long as I can remember...
...my dad and Smoke|were best friends.
As long as anyone can remember,|Smoke was known...
...as "The King of Cali."
Let's make it a lot better.|Two grand.
Sound like money|in the bank to me.
The deal was,|a lot of people had dreams...
...of one day winning that crown.
You all right?
Yeah, I just needed|more acceleration.
Yeah, and you would've|fallen on your behind...
...a lot faster.
Come on, let's get this.
All right, Dad.
Here we go.|One, two, three.
Go help get Smoke's ride|off the truck, all right?
You're sort of in my path.
I like the way you put that.
You could've said|I was in your way.
But you said I|was in your path.
You know, it's like|me and your paths...
...are meant to cross.
Feel what I'm saying?
Anyway, my name is Kid.
You want a medal|for that or something?
I just want some|conversation, that's all.
Just a little conversation.
Well, there's|only one problem, Kid.
What's that, beautiful?
I don't converse|with prospects.
I was at the bottom.
I wanted to be recognized|as a true rider.
Especially from my dad.
When do I get my colors?
I'm saying,|this prospect thing...
I can't roll|like this no more.
That's Smoke's call, boy.
Good, man. Good.
Damn, Will,|she is tight.
The way I saw it,|my concerns were not his.
Being Smoke's mechanic,|there was only one rider...
...my dad seemed to care about.
Nice work, Will.
Hey, thanks, baby.
You, too, Kid.
Hey, Smoke, listen, man.
Burn rubber,|not your soul, baby.
Burn rubber, not your soul.
...while he takin'|all the bows.
First of all, "we" didn't|stay up all night, I did.
You fell asleep, remember?
...that when he lines|his bike up for a race...
...he doesn't see anything,|he doesn't hear anything.
Just a finish line.
A cat like that gets in the|zone... That's a gift from God.
Sound like bullshit to me.
My dad once said the difference|between men and boys...
...is the lessons they learn.
Well, my father|taught me plenty.
Is that nitrous I smell...
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