I’ve been riding with Team Zia Homies for most of the day. I can’t tell you much about them because they haven’t said a word. They sit stoically in the Ford Focus, occasionally nodding at each other, throwing gang signs and breaking into dance. Sometimes they’ll slam on the brakes, get out and post a fake road sign. I don’t think there’s anything under the coveralls except stuffing, springs, and a few Thug Life tattoos.