The autumn sky is cool and the water is cold, especially in the mountains, where the autumn wind chills the bone. Yet this cold can't dampen the enthusiasm of those who come here for street racing.
They're all young people in their early twenties, men and women gathered together. Racing cars inherently carry risk, and people at this age are prone to impulsivity. A patrol car parked not too far away, ready to intervene in case something goes wrong.
A few police officers are sitting in the car, keeping an eye on the situation outside.
"These kids have endless energy, organizing an outdoor racing event every ten days or so."
"As long as nobody gets hurt."
"I heard that the old-timers used to say that when Master Four was into racing cars, now that was madness. Luckily, he's aged and after having kids, he rarely indulges in wild car races anymore."
"Speaking of which, do Master Four's sons race cars?"
