Rodeo (Rodéo)

Julia, come back home!

Who has to fix the door again?

- Beat it! - Go back inside.

Imma smack you. Back off!

- Hamed, stop her. - Don't even try. Beat it!

- Cool it, will you? - Beat it!

The fuck you want? Move!

Who's going to fix it?

- I will fuck you guys up! - Cool it.

Get off of me.

Where are you going?

Quit busting my balls!

C'mon, stay here.

Back off!

- Stay here. Where are you running? - Bastards!

Come back here!

Marvin!

What do you want? I am going to work.

- We has got to talk. - Fast.

Where are you going?

Back off, will you!

Hold your sister.

They picked the lock, stole my bike.

They fucked my door, bro.

- This fool was fast asleep. - I sleep at night.

He works, so he sleeps. You're out at night...

My bike, bro!

- So what? - Gimme a ride!

- Get in the truck. - We are not going nowhere.

- Where you going? - Get lost.

Where are you going?

Get out!

- No way. - We are not going nowhere!

- Out! - No!

- Let us go! - You force me.

Back off Marvin.

- Ballbuster. - You are embarrassing.

So they punk me and I get all the shit.

- Shit sticks to you! - Go to work.

It was not my fault.

You know the deal. Break it, buy it.

I did not break shit. He knocked me over!

He who not let it go and you know it.

- Go home now. - No way!

What do I do with no bike?

Shut it now! Go home or I will clock ya!

You are nobody. What you doing?

Fuck off!

Seriously, you bust my balls.

Relax.

Okay, calm now?

It is cool. Let go of me.

Let us go!

Quit pulling this shit. Straight up!

Can I get to work now?

If I am calm, will you give me a ride?

This is the last time, got it?

Morning.

- Here about the bike? - That's right.

Mister...

FR33 on eBay.

Nice to meet you.

Let us go on the road.

Do not want it to slip.

This is the beast!

Beautiful in black.

Not all the original parts.

So I see. Handlebars.

Lever. That is cool.

What about the cylinder heads?

- Bidalo? - Yup, my son's idea.

Excellent.

It can misfire at low revs.

- All right. - But crank it up and...

it goes like a rocket, for sure.

Sublime.

I will get on, just to check the height.

Sorry ...

You can let go. Don't worry.

Okay?

Sure, don't worry.

Just great.

It is the perfect size for me.

- Fuel? - Sure, must be some in there.

Fantastic. No issues here either. The axles?

We agreed on 3,000, right?

In any case, I will try it out.

My father told me, do not buy it without trying it.

Look, you can ride behind me, to the corner and back.

That way you see how she handles.

No, that will not work.

I need to try the shift, check it is good and smooth.

The clutch likewise feels a bit stiff.

Here, you keep my bag.

- With your ID? - Everything.

Take care of it. There is my phone, my keys...

I will just go there and back.

- To the corner? - Sure.

Watch out, it takes off. It is lively.

Sure, an 85.

That is right.

- It is kind of jams there. - Slightly.

You want me to give it a quick...

Great smell?

Just to the corner and back.

- No worries. - Careful. She's lively.

No problem. I was born with a bike between my legs.

I bet. Watch out, though.

- What? - Can I bum some gas?

- 20 to fill her up. - C'mon, I am out.

Move your begging ass. I am no gas pump.

Tightwad!

Is this premix?

Yeah, it is premix. Why?

I need some.

- Give me that, please. - I need it.

Be cool.

- I am flat out. - Yeah, me too. Give me that.

You rock up and help yourself?

I asked.

You said, "It is premix? I will have some."

Can I take some?

I do not have enough.

Let us go 50-50.

I would if I could.

- Do not hog it. I want to burn it up.

Watch them burn it up, I am the only lameass stuck here.

Go on...

A smile for some fuel.

Creepy, dude.

C'mon, just a smile.

Call that a smile?

You are busting my balls.

So come on.

Not either.

There you go.

Just one liter.

Your buddies can't spot you fuel?

- You saw me with anyone? - Nope.

Well then.

You come to the ride solo?

I don't need anyone here. You're wack.

It's not about "need." Don't come solo.

Here, on my own, I get ripped off.

Who's gonna rip me off?

No one.

- Leave some. - It is cool.

Cool? We said a liter. You are out of your mind.

Whoa, that wasn't one liter.

What are you doing on the ride? You are dangerous.

You got a death wish?

Go riding someplace else.

I am in no one's way.

Accelerate!

Ride or go sit with the chicks, and wait your turn.

Ben, give her a break.

You were a fish once. Move it!

- What's up? - Hey.

- On your own? - Yeah.

Come with me. I will show you a trick.

And the bike goes up, get it?

Throttle out, boom.

2, 3, up it goes.

2, 3, too high? Brake.

Take it easy, no need to go for miles. Chill.

Second, third, hit the 12. Brake.

It is a pain at first, wigs you out. Once, twice...

You are going to crack, bro. Even I cracked!

It makes you crack, dude. But cool.

Just think, see, 2, 3...

And you be dialed in. Like these dudes.

Straight up, 2, 3.

Keep thinking it.

Can't do it? Feet on the ground. 2, 3...

- Try again, and so on. - Throttle, brake.

- Throttle, brake... - You got it. Exactly.

Do it, you will see.

Hitting the 12's hard, then you get it down.

Hit that 12 and you will get braking down.

Get the brake down,

you are good to go. Look at me now.

I was struggling like you. Salty like you, bro.

I was like, bring it on, symphony time. No!

Life would be so cool. Smooth.

Good and smooth, second, third.

Until you get it.

When you got it, you are going to fly, dude.

You will see it is a sick world!

- Imma burn it up. - You bet, bro.

It is all I want see. Someone flies!

See you the other side of the line.

- The cops! - Pigs are coming!

Get out there!

- Po-po's on the way! - Move!

- Get going! - Cops are coming!

- The cops! - Dip, guys. Cops are coming!

- Who ate it? - Abra got hit.

Abra!

What is going on?

Don't hang around. Get out there!