For a brief, shining moment, Angel was in the lead, winning. A triumphant whoop of triumph escaped from her thin lips as she sprang past the vacant storefronts. For that small, beautiful moment she felt a rush of euphoria until she heard a crunch as Marijuana's front bumper cracked into her own. She swore viciously as her rear tires skidded across the pavement and tried to clamp her spider-like hands down on the steering wheel, but it was no use. She let out a shriek as the car flew out of her control and swerved. Her front right tire collided spectacularly with the curb and flipped violently. The goddess' forehead struck the ceiling of her car hard enough to crush bone and she exploded into a splash of clear liquid all over the interior of the car. Angel's windshield skidded against the ground, bounced once, and then the bright pink car was flipping again, this time landing squarely on the front of Marijuana's lambo.