Chillwind has its own golf course east of the main town. It is mainly used by the retired residents of the town, but many other people use the venue too — and today, the venue would house living machinery; specifically Zach the Ford Mustang, and Cade the Nissan Skyline. Manley, their humanoid friend, had joined in with them.

"Don't you think, ya' know, it's a bit outta' place for talking cars to be wandering around on a golf course?" said Zach.

"Nonsense," chuckled Manley, who was giving his golf club a test swing. "If it was out of place, yas' wouldn't 'ave got through the front doors. Both humans and livers are welcome here."

"I swear I'm not doing this properly..." muttered Cade who was standing on his rear tyres and holding a large golf club in his front tyres. "Is it one tread in front of the other... Or is it side by side...? Ugh, I'm confused."

"Goodness, you'll make veterans cringe inside out with how you're handling that club!" Manley sniggered cheekily. "It's one tread in front of the other."

"Ah, I see," Cade said as he changed the position of his front tyres. "Ah... That's much more comfortable."

"Right position or not, I doubt he'll be putting anything into holes today!" chuckled Zach. "If anything, he'll putt the balls into Bluelawn!"

"You know what this golf club is also useful for?" said Cade. "Battering dumb, talking vehicles!"

"And that's the fastest way to get thrown out this venue!" muttered Manley. "C'mon you two, break it up, and let's 'ave us some quality time."

The two sporters looked at each other and shared a chuckle.

"May have lost the race this mornin', but I'm gon' trash you on the field!" said Cade excitedly to Zach.

"Don't think so!" challenged Zach with a rumble of his engine. "You'll lose the race AND our golf session! Two losses in one day? Tut tut... Won't look good on your track record!"

Ah, that's them all over, Manley thought to himself. He knew he was in for an eventful afternoon.