He really shouldn't have agreed to get into this damn ride. It wasn't just the potential for whiplash, it was the noise--buzzes, obnoxious music, the shouts of the teenagers, and the crash of the cars themselves. Foreman got bumped from behind a few times, but when he didn't prove to be an inviting target, he mostly got left alone. Which was fine by him. He didn't need to learn a new appreciation for bumper cars as long as they were here.

Edging around the crowd, Foreman was mentally ticking off the seconds before the power was cut to the cars, when he was broadsided with a huge slam. "Hey!" He looked over and saw Amber, behind the wheel of a red car, looking at him like he'd become her number one target. It wasn't anger on her face, though. More like demoniacal enjoyment. Foreman thought about turning his wheel and taking his car away from hers at top speed--such as it was--but that just wasn't the answer he could give to Amber's gleeful look. He twisted the wheel, cursing at the car's huge turning radius, and managed a pathetic, barely-felt bump against Amber's car. He rolled his eyes, still struggling with the gas and steering to give her a better run for her money. "Come on," he called over the shrieks and crashes. "What's this going to prove?" He pointed at the kids who were having way too much fun at the center of things. "We should be teaching them how it's done."