Luckily, one of his shells blocked one of Goroh's, but hell if Falcon knew why. Racing with items? Items were for sissies who couldn't drive. At the moment, however, he saw no need to deploy his remaining two shells, mostly because it seemed like they'd deflect anything his rival through at him.

He hoped, anyway.

Falcon veered and screeched around a turn, figuring that if the rainbow blocks were going to be right there in the middle of the road, he might as well make use of them.

...A little...bomb? With feet? Well then.