Charles sat in a black Cadillac limo that sat across the road from the clubhouse. Indeed Charles sat there the entire time the party raged inside. He wasn't alone though, for he had a little party going on as well. A group of girls kept him company, and these girls, suffice it to say, aimed to please. But little time passed when Charles decided that he grew tired of their company, both physically and mentally. 

It was after Charles dismissed the party girls that he made the anonymous call. The particular model of limo he rode in had a built in car phone, cutting edge technology. It made him feel like quite the powerful businessman. 

A little while after Charles made his call, the gang of Slicks showed up at the club house. It seemed that his little experiment yielded a less than ideal result however, since most of the Slicks were too afraid to show up. It seemed that their gang was less united, less loyal, than the Turbos. So it came to pass that Charles confirmed that he indeed backed the right horse. That the Salt Bay Turbos were his best bet when it came to fulfilling his narcissistic little ambition. 

It was during his third glass of scotch that he spied Rolo and Corinne peeling off down the road on one of those cheap looking bikes. Indeed Charles' curiosity was piqued. The party didn't seem to be going anywhere anyway. And who knows? Perhaps that fat tub of lard was heading somewhere secret? He did have a girl with him after all. Things were starting to get interesting.

[color=gold]"Driver, follow that motorcycle."[/color] ordered Charles.