The small group of Turbos pulled over to the side of the road. A group of bikes of a familiar make were parked there at the fifth hairpin turn. These bikes in particularly were encountered many times before. Never under friendly circumstances though. Chet recognized  those bikes immediately as the ones that belonged to the Slicks. Such a sight proved to be both enraging and slightly unnerving for him. The audacity struck him to say the least. 

[color=lime]"What the hell are the Slicks doin here!? This is our turf!"[/color] yelled Chet as he dismounted his motorcycle.

[color=lime]"Let's go see what's up."[/color] Chet announced to the accompanying Turbo members.

And so they set off down the short woodland trail. Their party was only five in number. Many of the Turbos present wondered whether there were enough of them this time around to confront the Slicks. They felt very little anxiety though, for they were with their best fighter. The woodland trail was unusually quiet at the time. It was like a calm before the storm.