S4E11: Let the race begin!

The flag drops, the crowd roars, and the Bastards are gunning it. Jordan is pulling, Trevor is driving (sort of), Cleo, Boris, and Robin are in the back doing something that smells like chemistry- and Ze is hanging off the back on a wheel and wreaking havoc. The race starts out behind a massive spiked train filled with secrets. There are wraiths on the track, three-legged synths, the musical…