Putting on shiny black helmet and snapping it under his chin, Garrett grips tightly onto the steering wheel, looking at the cars around him as impatience heavily sinks in. What's taking the three piece suit clown so long to fire the starting gun? "I could have won the dang race," Garrett mutters under his breath.
Suddenly a big smack lands besides him and he jumps as he sees black gloves clinched tightly onto his open window. "I got you, boy, didn't I? I saw you jump!" Rosco laughs and Garrett feels the fire of anger surge through him.
"Sheriff," he musters back his anger, "I need you to step away from my car. I got a race to win."
"Khee, khee," Rosco laughs, before going serious, "you think you are real funny, don't you? You, " Rosco removes his hand from the window to point it into Garrett's face, "think you can beat the legendary Bill Elliott in this heap? Even if you drove an identical car to Elliott you'd come in dead last." Rosco laughs some more. "Nah. I can see into the future boy and your's isn't looking too bright. But mine," Rosco smiles proudly, "mine's looking real bright as I beat that ugly orange car and to defend off the NASCAR champ himself!"
Garrett laughs through his anger. "What are you on, sheriff? Because you obviously ain't thinking straight or seeing straight if you honestly believe all that," Garrett spits back at him, taking another anxious look at the cars around him, "Now if you don't mind," Garrett states again, "I need you to back away from the winning race car. I got a race to win."
Rosco only laughs at him. "You're the one delusional, boy. Ain't no way I'd let a scumbag like you win the race," Rosco seriously states as he claps the open window again, "especially after all you did to me yesterday. You should be in Atlanta by now, looking through the bars and hanging with your home boys."
"And yet," Garrett smiles coldly at the sheriff, "here I am. Free as a bird and about to give you some driving lessons."
"You hush, boy! If memory serves me correctly," Rosco pauses, "and it does. I outdrove you to arrest you yesterday. And I'll do it again today!"
Garrett shakes his head and looks away from the sheriff in attempt to hide his dark emotions that would otherwise earn him more time in jail.
"Rosco!" a thick demanding yell pierces through the conversation silence and above the loud engines to force Garrett's and Rosco's attention to behind him where Boss runs at them and pointing his cigar at Rosco, "What in the world are you talking to this loser for?! It's time for the race. Get in your car so we can get it started!"
With that Boss takes a hold of Rosco's ear and begins leading him towards the front where his car lies parked. "It's about time!" Garrett yells out at them.