Follow the story of Treydon Austin (aka Smokey) as he chases down the cleverest, fastest, most uncatchable, most unmatchable members of The Bandit’s crime Syndicate as the government’s secret weapon against guys who are just too fast to catch. Check back every monday for the latest chapter to this fast paced action novel.
I quickly passed the row of cars and the construction workers. The looks on the road worker’s faces were priceless. I got back on the road. I was going a slow sixty miles an hour. “Drag mode” I said. The car did a small wheelie, but not as intense of a wheelie if I were stopped. I had lots of sticky stuff left over from offroad mode, so that is why I had the traction for a wheelie… I think. It didn’t even take me ten seconds to get back up to my two hundred mph speed. The best part about the construction was, there were no cars on the highway. I turned off my siren, “Circuit mode.”
I went through Wyoming without any encounters from much traffic. I was going close to 230 mph, screaming down the highway. I was just afraid that a deer or something might jump in front of a car. Sean said he put some deer whistles in my grill to ward off animals. I guess they worked because I had no such encounter from an animal.
Then I entered Nebraska. There was nothing. That’s all I have to say. If it wasn’t for the intense speed keeping me awake, I would have gone crazy.
I left Nebraska after only four hours of driving and entered Iowa. The traffic remained light until my HUD flashed, Warning, vehicles detected ahead, suggest speed decrease and siren activation,
“Ok” I said
My siren turned on and I slowed the car down. I put my foot on the brake and the active aerodynamics help to slow me down back to about 180mph. I got on my CB. “This is Advanced National Highway Patrol, Marshal Smokey to Breaker. I need a pocket to drive through. Could all commercial drivers and anybody else with a radio turn into the right lane please? I repeat, everyone within this transmission drive to the right lane and encourage others to do so. Thank you.”
I saw the semi trucks move to the right as I had instructed. Some cars stayed to the left, but I had a buffer lane to dodge them. I heard their chatter over the radio. “This is Big Papa to Smokey, where you goin’ in such a hurry? Over.”
i like this story a lot…. 
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