"The only thing I’m eating today is victory, Joe! And maybe a churro if the guy comes back around," Peter shot back.

The green flag dropped, and the karts tore away. Peter and Chris were immediately overtaken by a toddler in a Barbie Jeep, but Peter wasn't deterred. He leaned forward, screaming at the engine to "dig deep." As they rounded the first turn, the Griffin Ground-Pounder began to vibrate so violently that Chris’s hat flew off, followed shortly by one of the side mirrors. "We’re losing parts, Dad!"

"Nonsense, Chris! That’s Grade-A Hubba Bubba. It’s the carbon fiber of the candy world," Peter replied, wiping grease onto his white shirt.

"Ready to eat my dust, Peter?" Joe shouted over the roar of the engines, his jaw set in that permanent state of intensity.