when we got to harold park and i heard the yahoo yelling on a megaphone i knew i'd fucked up. ride the drive was not on, it was the memorial day death run. at least one side of the death drive was closed. one side runners, one side autopilots. we know who wins that race. the race to extinction is on! we shoulda gone to the island.
after it's over they load up the donny johns and sweep up a sea of cups, and a lone cyclist in a yellow vest rides the freeway followed by two police wagons. the music ends.