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cars parked on either side of the road. Doug’s head snapped right as if someone had dropped a sack of cement on it from the side. He held on with both hands.
As the big vehicle slowed just a bit, the wheels regained traction. Doug relaxed a tiny bit. With traction restored they would drag to a halt quickly. He would figure out what went wrong first, then start yelling. But Doug’s moment of relaxation was quickly snapped. Rather than hearing the engine continue to lop along, idling while the car drifted to a stop, the engine suddenly came to life with a building rush of energy. The wastegates popped like little fire crackers and pebbles pinged the walls behind the them.
Suddenly the wheels bit and the car shot forward. Initially Doug thought they were headed at the store fronts until he realized their objective was actually the tiny alley Doug had discounted as being too narrow. The wide truck hurtled at the narrow gap that did not seem to be widening as they headed toward it. As they slid between the buildings the driver’s side of the hood scraped the corner, then both side mirrors were flattened to the side of the vehicle with a loud crash and a spray of glass. Finally the passenger side rear quarter panel grazed the wall and the truck aligned itself with the alley. They fit, not by much, but they fit.
As they hurtled down the alley with inches on either side, Doug’s driver pushed the truck even harder. Within seconds they bounded out of the alley, a few car lengths ahead of the 505. The brakes squealed for a brief moment scrubbing off some speed then the car darted left. Clayton’s Hummer, which was close behind, made the same left clipping a light pole and sending it to the ground. Doug was slammed forward and his Hummer’s brakes clamped down and the truck scrubbed off speed. Doug could hear cursing from inside as the Hummer hit and ran up onto two cars parked on the far side of the road.
Finally the engine cut out and it seemed almost too silent. Doug heard more cursing from inside the cab. He ducked down and said, “Listen, you did a good job, you got him turned left. Few others could have made that turn down the alley and who knows how long it would have been waiting for the next road. You drove him left, which was all that was asked of you. Great job.” He patted his driver on the shoulder, “Will this thing still drive?”
“Are you kidding me? Of course it will,” the driver said.
“Then let’s fire it back up and let’s head over to see the victory,” Doug said. The Hummer rolled back off of two cars, the front of a brick red sedan and the tail of a puke green compact. The owners could file a grievance with the US Army to have the damages paid for. The truck hit the ground with the sound of scraping metal and a large whump. It bounced for a second on its suspension but after a quick check, it seemed no worse for the wear.
“Where is he?” Russ asked.
The radio crackled, followed by Clayton shouting, “Not sure. Doug is one street over and in position to drive him over but there’s no place for him to cut across. I’m right behind him, I’ll see what I can do.” Kneeling a bit, he shouted into the cabin at his driver rather than use the intercom, “It doesn’t look like Doug is going to be able to steer this guy left, we’ll need to do it, go get ‘em.”
The driver already had the throttle of the Hummer nailed to the floorboard but somehow found a few more millimeters of travel. The driver headed up on the left side but the 505 darted right before they could nose around. The Hummer hit the 505 in the rear but it didn’t even dent the bumper of the legendarily stout Peugeot.
Clayton’s driver dropped back and tried to get around to the left with similar results. Dropping back yet again, Clayton’s driver feinted up the left side then at the last moment zigged right. The ploy worked, the
As the big vehicle slowed just a bit, the wheels regained traction. Doug relaxed a tiny bit. With traction restored they would drag to a halt quickly. He would figure out what went wrong first, then start yelling. But Doug’s moment of relaxation was quickly snapped. Rather than hearing the engine continue to lop along, idling while the car drifted to a stop, the engine suddenly came to life with a building rush of energy. The wastegates popped like little fire crackers and pebbles pinged the walls behind the them.
Suddenly the wheels bit and the car shot forward. Initially Doug thought they were headed at the store fronts until he realized their objective was actually the tiny alley Doug had discounted as being too narrow. The wide truck hurtled at the narrow gap that did not seem to be widening as they headed toward it. As they slid between the buildings the driver’s side of the hood scraped the corner, then both side mirrors were flattened to the side of the vehicle with a loud crash and a spray of glass. Finally the passenger side rear quarter panel grazed the wall and the truck aligned itself with the alley. They fit, not by much, but they fit.
As they hurtled down the alley with inches on either side, Doug’s driver pushed the truck even harder. Within seconds they bounded out of the alley, a few car lengths ahead of the 505. The brakes squealed for a brief moment scrubbing off some speed then the car darted left. Clayton’s Hummer, which was close behind, made the same left clipping a light pole and sending it to the ground. Doug was slammed forward and his Hummer’s brakes clamped down and the truck scrubbed off speed. Doug could hear cursing from inside as the Hummer hit and ran up onto two cars parked on the far side of the road.
Finally the engine cut out and it seemed almost too silent. Doug heard more cursing from inside the cab. He ducked down and said, “Listen, you did a good job, you got him turned left. Few others could have made that turn down the alley and who knows how long it would have been waiting for the next road. You drove him left, which was all that was asked of you. Great job.” He patted his driver on the shoulder, “Will this thing still drive?”
“Are you kidding me? Of course it will,” the driver said.
“Then let’s fire it back up and let’s head over to see the victory,” Doug said. The Hummer rolled back off of two cars, the front of a brick red sedan and the tail of a puke green compact. The owners could file a grievance with the US Army to have the damages paid for. The truck hit the ground with the sound of scraping metal and a large whump. It bounced for a second on its suspension but after a quick check, it seemed no worse for the wear.
“Where is he?” Russ asked.
The radio crackled, followed by Clayton shouting, “Not sure. Doug is one street over and in position to drive him over but there’s no place for him to cut across. I’m right behind him, I’ll see what I can do.” Kneeling a bit, he shouted into the cabin at his driver rather than use the intercom, “It doesn’t look like Doug is going to be able to steer this guy left, we’ll need to do it, go get ‘em.”
The driver already had the throttle of the Hummer nailed to the floorboard but somehow found a few more millimeters of travel. The driver headed up on the left side but the 505 darted right before they could nose around. The Hummer hit the 505 in the rear but it didn’t even dent the bumper of the legendarily stout Peugeot.
Clayton’s driver dropped back and tried to get around to the left with similar results. Dropping back yet again, Clayton’s driver feinted up the left side then at the last moment zigged right. The ploy worked, the
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