Las primeras 50 líneas.
If I'm lying, I'm crying.
Morning, everyone.
Sure is peaceful.
Hey, losers!
Drifting through, baby!
Not in my town, you don't!
Yee-ha!
Get back here, you import punks!
Hey, go easy on 'em, Sheriff!
I used to be an import.
- What? No way! - Yes, way.
It all started when one day...
Hey there, bud. Looks like you could use a tow somewhere.
Yes, but it is very far.
Well, shoot, no tow is too far for Tow Mater.
Whew!
Man, I gotta change my slogan.
Well, here you go.
Domo arigato, Mr. Tomato.
And a do itashi mashite to you.
Whoa!
What in the world?
Hello, ladies.
A whatsit?
He challenges you to a drift race!
Drift race! - Drift race!
We will race at midnight.
Well, they seem friendly.
Mater-san, if you are going to win, you need modification!
- Modify! - Modify!
- Modify! - Modify!
Modify! What's that?
Mmm. You look good, but can you race?
Can I?
Hey, can I?
Konbanwa, gentlecars. Let this be an honorable race.
You must race to the top of Tokyo Tower!
First one to seize the flag will become
King of all Drifters!
Well, what happens to the loser?
The loser will be stripped of all modifications
and become stock.
But I just got all this fancy stuff.
Ready?
Set-o!
Go!
Whoa! Oh!
Whoa!
You can't drift. You are loser!
I'll show you!
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