The biker gang had indeed made it to the Lucky U, but were tired of waiting. They were a seedy looking lot and wore all the trappings and paraphernalia of the usual Angel types. But they were different...and weird. No Harleys here. Not even a Beezer or a Trumpet to be found either. They were all riding Montgomery Ward Mo-Peds with the baffles removed from the muffler. They had left the Lucky U 15 minutes earlier and were approaching Deadman's Curve pedaling furiously hoping to be there to play havoc with the racers.

Grease held it down hard as he exited the last straight before Deadman's Curve. He began to gain on the Vette. He glanced in his mirror and saw the Plymouth was coming alongside. He couldn't believe it. It rocketed past him and charged down upon the Vette. Who WAS that guy? And what did he have under the hood?