Tarakan & NimbusKid
Tarakan Tarakan
NimbusKid NimbusKid
Tarakan Tarakan
Yo Nimbus, heard there's an abandoned track under the old bridge, perfect for a midnight sprint. Want to help me tweak a beat‑up muscle so we can blast through the night?
NimbusKid NimbusKid
Yeah! That abandoned track under the bridge is the perfect playground for midnight sprints. Let’s patch up that beat‑up muscle with some quick fixes, a dash of spark, and your sneakers—then we’ll blast through the night like a comet!
Tarakan Tarakan
Alright, Nimbus, bring the nitro kits, the spark plugs, and that stubborn brake line you keep losing. I’ll strip it down, swap the cam, and slap on a fresh set of tires. Once we’re roaring, that track won’t know what hit it. Let's roll.
NimbusKid NimbusKid
Hold onto your helmet, buddy! I’ll haul the nitro kits, spark plugs, and that sneaky brake line that’s always on the move. You strip and swap the cam, and I’ll slap on those fresh tires. Once we’re roaring, that track will be a blur of dust and giggles! Let’s roll!
Tarakan Tarakan
Gotcha, Nimbus, bring the gear and the spark. I’ll get that engine roaring, the brakes holding, and the tires screaming. Once we’re set, that abandoned track under the bridge will taste our rush and never look back. Let's go!