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"Well, Sasuke, you could ride with me in the car, and you two could glide above, cus, well the back seat is really small. Also, as a bonus, you'll be able to see cops before we do." Lex, twisting around in his seat, agreeing with Cosworth's idea finished his food and got up from the table to get a drink. Finishing off the last of his own, Brooklyn also got up and got ready to leave. "Well, I guess we should get going now"
After pulling up the garage door, Cosworth pulled the Vega out of the garage and out onto the road. Once there, he started it up and hit the gas. The quiet of the night was broken by a loud screech marked only by a double black stripe of rubber on the road. "YEAH!!!! Man! I haven't driven this thing in years! This is great!"

Cosworth noticed the smile on Sasuke's face and knew what it meant, "I'm not a bad driver. I've just been having fun screwing around. Like when I jumped the railroad tracks." Making the turn into the shop, Cosworth pulled the car into a spot and got out, "See, we're still alive, and we made it without any cops."

Twenty minutes had passed. There should have been some signal of whether or not the part was there. Cosworth was getting impatient. "Guys, I'm going in. This is taking way too long." Pulling his wings inside his shirt and putting on a pair of sunglasses, he looked a 'bit' more human, but not much. His beak, horns, and blue skin were still obvoius, but it would have to do. Walking in, he heard yelling comming from the back room, and a defensive voice sounded like Sasuke's. As he started toward the back, the guy at the counter tried to stop him, "Wh-wh-wh-who a-ar-are y-y-you?" "I'm Cosworth, do you sell tires here?" "Y-y-yeah... b-b-bu-but y-y-you w-would have t-to a-ask" Cosworth cut him off, "I'd have to ask the guy yelling at my friend? Right? Move!" Pusing the guy out of the way, Cosworth walked into the back. Seeing that the yelling was still going on, Cosworth decided to get stuff done. A feint glow of his eyes could be seen behind his sunglasses, "Hey! Do you sell tires or not?"

Holding out his hand, for a friendly hand shake that he knew the man wouldn't accept, Cosworth gave the man his answer, "Your assistant at the front desk was failing to assist me. Now,... we're looking to buy a front tire for a 1981 Harley Davidson. So, I'll ask again. Do you sell tires or not?"

Cosworth dug out the wallet he had found the previous night. Digging into it he pulled out a number of bills equal to the price of the tire plus tax and put it on the table. "Here's the money. Keep the change. I can get the tire on at my place." After grabbing the tire from the guy's hand, Cosworth turned away and started to walk out. With his hand on the door he glanced back at the man, "Oh yeah, nice gun. Too bad the saftey is stuck on." Walking out the door, they got in the car and left.

"Well, to tell you the truth, I was hoping that he was stupid enough to believe me." After a couple of minutes Brooklyn spoke up from the back seat, "Ya know, the back seats aren't very comfortable. They're pretty small." Cosworth looked in the rear view mirror to see Brooklyn and Lex cramped up in the back, "Just hold still for a bit. We'll be to the cottage in about five minutes."
Once they got back, Lex and Brooklyn went into the garage to put the new tire on the bike. Cosworth turned to Sasuke, "So,... Wanna see what's on tv? It's not going to be much, but it will still be tv."

"Ok, well see ya in a couple of hours." Walking inside, Cosworth sat down in front of the tv. After flipping throught the 'channels' he couldn't find even one that came in clearly, "Damn tv. Might as well go see what Brooklyn and Lex are up to." When he looked in the garage, he saw two figures trying their hardest to get the tire on. Half laughing to himself and holding up a crowbar, Cosworth walked over to the two, "You want help?" "Uhh,... Yeah." Slipping the crowbar between the rim and half-on tire, he showed them how to do it the easy way, "Just slip this in here and pull back." "Oh, that's easy. Hey Brooklyn,why didn't you figure that out?" "Hey, it was your idea to do it the way we were." "Only because you didn't come up with any other ideas." "Guys, here's the air pump for when you get the tire on. If you need me, I'll be on the lake."
Grabbing an innertube from the corner of the garage, Cosworth went out to the front, where he jumped into the water, tied up the innertube, and stretched out on his back, gently rocking with the small waves made by the few boats that were still out at that hour, cutting through the glassy surface of the lake. "Ahhh.... Paradise."

Floating on the innertube, Cosworth let every thought leave his mind. He continued to float there for almost three hours until he woke up. It was his internal clock telling him that the sun was about to come up, and that floating on a lake wasn't the best place to turn to stone. Getting up from where he slept, he walked through the water, pulling the tube behind him. He headed toward the back of the yard to the garage to put away the tube and fall asleep.
The next night he woke up to see that not much had changed. Well, nothing had changed. What an interesting day, standing, standing again, and well, more standing. After a couple minutes of sitting and thinking what to do, Cosworth went into the house. Seeing the others inside, he started to think of what to do next, "I'm hungry. Who wants to go to Las Vegas?"