Nope. I’m just hoping you make it to the Lone Star State, get confused for a day laborer, wind up in Huntsville or McAllen, then bite it one man, one horse style.
You’re treading on super thin ice right now. You really want to go down this road? It leads to an island inhabited by a fat, dumbass diseased whore, a doughboy pedophile, and beef curtain obsessed, sword wielding engine cutter.
There's some information that's missing here:
Which car am I driving? Who got there first?
Assuming that they got there at the same time, then 2, then 3, then 1.