Steve too was feeling the need to stretch his legs after a long drive. Driving himself was better than being driven (better yet if it was a motorbike where he could feel the wind on his face). Hopefully this will settle both of them down for the night. If not, Steve could think of other things they could do. It was barely sunset after all, and this little race they were in wouldn't last for more than an hour.

"Cheating is still cheating, no matter who we are!" He called back, picking up the pace immediately to give chase. Bucky had the lead now and it'll only widen if he doesn't do something. But only on the right moment. Steve's best friend was far too clever to fall for just anything. He thought he had the opportunity as the next turn came up and as Bucky started into the turn, Steve snapped his wrist, throwing the rocks hard, aiming them approximately into Bucky's path.