[She's thinking along the right train of thought, so he appreciates that, but she's right - shooting cars in the gas tank sounds cool until you realize it basically doesn't do anything. It's not like the movies, you need something a little more powerful than that. And they're fresh out of "more powerful", unfortunately.
But she leans up against him, and he lowers his head, streamlining them both as the speedometer ticks rapidly upward and the lights of the checkpoint grow quickly closer. It's not worth yelling anything over the engine sound right now - sure, he could caution her to be ready if they come after the two of them, but that's obvious. He sees those squad cars, he knows they're disorganized here, trying to figure out what to do about the situation they've freshly found themselves in. He and Chrissy can just add to their disarray and that will have to be enough for now.
He assesses the situation as they draw close. Officers are already looking their way, at the bike coming at them at high speed, but they won't have time to react. They've just recently stopped the checkpoint operations, they still haven't actually swung the gate arm closed, but he can see two people trying to do that right now before they can get through. Johnnie rips fuel through that throttle and shifts his weight hard, using Chrissy at the back to his advantage as he pulls the front wheel into the air right as he's about to connect with a guy's face. He can see the sweat on his bald forehead, the whites of his eyes as his pupils shrink to pinpoints before narrowly tumbling out of the way, while Johnnie gives a howl of pure delight. They just bump the gate arm and send it flying on its hinge, where it knocks someone else over and then thuds into the hood of the nearest waiting car.
The front tire hits the pavement hard as he comes back down, and for a second he raises both hands in the air, middle fingers to the cops they're now leaving in the dust of the I-10.]
So long, motherfuckers! Whooo!
[There are lights and sirens and engines rumbling behind them now, but there's little chance they'll get up to speed and catch them anytime soon. They'll probably call ahead to the next patrol office, send people coming this direction, but by then, he and Chrissy are likely to be long gone, into the past or future.]
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But she leans up against him, and he lowers his head, streamlining them both as the speedometer ticks rapidly upward and the lights of the checkpoint grow quickly closer. It's not worth yelling anything over the engine sound right now - sure, he could caution her to be ready if they come after the two of them, but that's obvious. He sees those squad cars, he knows they're disorganized here, trying to figure out what to do about the situation they've freshly found themselves in. He and Chrissy can just add to their disarray and that will have to be enough for now.
He assesses the situation as they draw close. Officers are already looking their way, at the bike coming at them at high speed, but they won't have time to react. They've just recently stopped the checkpoint operations, they still haven't actually swung the gate arm closed, but he can see two people trying to do that right now before they can get through. Johnnie rips fuel through that throttle and shifts his weight hard, using Chrissy at the back to his advantage as he pulls the front wheel into the air right as he's about to connect with a guy's face. He can see the sweat on his bald forehead, the whites of his eyes as his pupils shrink to pinpoints before narrowly tumbling out of the way, while Johnnie gives a howl of pure delight. They just bump the gate arm and send it flying on its hinge, where it knocks someone else over and then thuds into the hood of the nearest waiting car.
The front tire hits the pavement hard as he comes back down, and for a second he raises both hands in the air, middle fingers to the cops they're now leaving in the dust of the I-10.]
So long, motherfuckers! Whooo!
[There are lights and sirens and engines rumbling behind them now, but there's little chance they'll get up to speed and catch them anytime soon. They'll probably call ahead to the next patrol office, send people coming this direction, but by then, he and Chrissy are likely to be long gone, into the past or future.]