I jumped into my blue 396 chevell SS and thre it into gear ready to catch Fleetwood. I threw the steering wheel to the left and slammed the gas, and the car lurched backwards. I hit the truck that wasn't mine behind me "Shit man!" I yelled hitting the brakes to minimize the damage on my car. I put the car into first making sure it was and made my second attempt to at least get on the road.
I sucessufully got onto the road, but not without pushing the corvair beside me into oncoming traffic. I shrugged, not me or my car I thought to myself. I kept the gas floored untill I needed to get onto 291. No way I could push around a bunch of semi trucks. I turned left to the pour boys to get my second daily monster.
I floored my car through the glass doors, and calmly oped the passenger side door because the driver's side was blocked. I opened the fridge and looked at my variety of choices. I decided on an irish cream java monster, I payed for it and hopped back in my car, ready for the journey ahead. I put my car into reverse and checked it twice like santa, and pulled out of the construction slowly.
I threw my car around to face the road, and gently caressed my can of delicious brown tastyness. I cracked open the tab and took a sip. Yup, just as I always loved it, nice and irish creamy. I slammed it fast, pulled the tab off to save for later, crushed the can, and chucked it out the window. "Les go!" I screamed out the window at the old lady in front of me scared of the highway traffic. I waited for what seemed like an hour, but was more likely like a minute before pushing her into the road.
Her small MG dissapeared into the mass of cars. I spotted my next victim and floored my 2 ton car at the bright orange datsun 510. I grinded along it's side for only a moment before the driver squeezed in between the two cars on it's left. I took the next gap in the traffic to advance, and pulled out my cell phone at the same time.
The pitifull blackberry mockery I like to call a dingle berry ringed on speakerphone for a moment before I got Fleetwood to answer. "Uh, hello?" He never was good at answering phones.
"Sup Fleet!" I yelled over the sound of the car horns blaring at me and my own motor.
"I'm drivin to get the two bronies like I said, why?" He was clueless that I was pissed right now at him forgetting to stop by. He told me he would stop and I could join him, he knew that I was the best driver other than him and a select few of other ponies. I might sound like a bad driver, i know, but I'm just reckless... and careless about what happens to other ponies around me that I don't know.
"You said you would get me you ass!" I swereved around a small truck and to the inside of a pepsi semi turning just after saying this. I needed to turn, so I wasn't worried, but my wishes of it's door flying open and hitting me with a can or two did not come true. I knew that pepsi had a long rap of incidents with their trucks, and I wouldn't mind having an extra million dollars at hoof.
"I just asked if you wanted to join man, I passed through kansas city at night and didn't get ahold of you, so I kept goin." He told me the truth, but I did't give two shits. I hung up the phone sometime in the middle of his explanation and shifted into third.
The interstate was just about a mile ahead, so I got back into the right lane at the last second, and took the correct legal way of getting onto the highway. Because I was going much faster than any other cars by a long shot, I took the fourth lane... the curb. The constant buzz of the strips telling me I was on the curb pissed me off even more.
I heard a noise from behing me that wasn't the honking of terrified drivers, or the buzz, instead, it sounded like a yawn. I jerked around to see who had intruded my car. Harbinger was unconcious in the back seat of my car, most likely because of the party last night. Damn, I was like... the only one who didn't get totaly wasted.
"Where are we?" he questioned me over the noise of the road.
"On I-69 man, and you won't be gettin home for some time," I released a slight chuckle and swerved back onto the road before my suspension got totally fucked. I got in between the two cars to my left that didn't quite form a big enough space for me to fit in, but we all managed... except for the BMW in front of me. They spun out and hit the median, their car was definately trashed.
"Why not?" He sounded as if he was scared shitless, and I didn't blame him.
I looked behind me, my evil grin and all, "were gonna catch Fleetwood Brougham, and take a couple of bronies back to equestria." He returned me a horrfied look. I thought to myself I looked like a maniac, and so I turned back around and focused on the road again.
I saw the familiar sight I saw on most days of going to work, and mouthed it out loud, "Now exiting Clay county." My desperate chase had now begun to catch Fleetwood. I didn't have any plan other than to scare the shit out of him, because I'm not one to hurt my friends. I bobbed in and out of traffic weaving in between cars that somewhat obeyed the speed limit. Hopefully Fleetwood did this as well for once, otherwise it would be a bitch catching him.
