He circles.

– Shit, man, you want this shitty bike from me?

Circles.

– All you got to do is take it.

He puckers his lips, makes a kissy noise.

Andy doesn’t move.

Timo tightens his circle. Makes the noise again.

Andy stares up the street.

Timo circles closer, reaches out, slaps the back of Andy’s head.

Andy does nothing.

Timo stops, puts his feet down, straddles the bike right in front of Andy. Waits.

Andy doesn’t move.

Timo gets back on the bike, circles him one last time, and rides back up the street.

– Mujera.

He laughs and Paul skids around the corner, cutting off the path to his brother’s house.

Timo turns back and finds George braking to a stop next to Andy. Further down the street, Hector’s blond mohawk.

Timo rides up onto the sidewalk. George pushes off, chasing him. Paul cuts toward the gutter, popping his front wheel in the air, taking his bike hard over the curb. Timo swerves onto someone’s front lawn and scoots past him.

Paul skids across the same lawn.

– Get off the fucking bike!

George stays in the street, paralleling Timo.

– Don’t be a dick, Timo, get off my brother’s bike.

Timo lifts a hand from the grips and flips him off.

He’s starting to leave Paul behind, but George paces him, searching for a spot where he can put on a little burst, get around one of the cars parked at the curb, and cut his bike in front of Timo’s.

A car door opens in front of him.

He hits front and back brakes, skids, releases the front brake, kicks his rear wheel out and edges around the door further into the street as an El Camino comes around the corner, horn blasting.

Hector has reached Andy and they both watch as George wrenches the bike back into the side of the parked car, bounces off it, and falls into the street as the El Camino drives on.