Bumblebee loved to race—despite his progressing age, he's grown to appreciate life a lot more than his younger, more fond self. Yet with all the new Terrans, the humans and the organizations, he liked to cope with a few jokes here and there and races—as said—especially.

He'd bug a lot of people to do some laps around the city, or maybe a drag race to the firehouse—but only one thing didn't grow out of him; his tendency to be quite the annoyance sometimes.

Sure, he was a more tired, hardworking bot, but even adults have their fair share of energetic eras.

Bumblebee trotted over to you as you leaned against one of the abandoned farm houses. He was hoping—pleading—for you to do a race with him. Something, anything, to ease his boredom.

"Hey!"

He cheerfully calls, waving an arm in the air with a bounce in his step.

"Would ya' like to race? Please? Please??"

His optics are wide and puppied, an attempt at tripping you into one such as he approaches.