Yeah! We'll fuckin' make sure they hear us all the way to fuckin'... I dunno, whatever's across the water.
[Just to emphasize, he tips his head back for a howl here and now, right as they race through downtown. Again, maybe, probably, they should have consulted the map. But really, he's not worried. They'll do it if they get lost or if they have a particular place to go. He's driving over the bridge, up the coast, and wherever else the roads take them.
It takes some backtracking through the city on streets they've been on or past but eventually the road takes some broad curves through a big park that reminds him of the one in New York, then lines them up to drive up and over tall cliffs and toward big orange bridge - though in this lighting it doesn't yet look orange. It's a muted brown through the dark and the fog, only turning reddish where the street lights touch it.
There are toll booths here, with arms swung down to make people pay, but Johnnie notes a side entrance without any sort of barrier except cones. What that's for, who can say, but he cackles as he weaves the bike between the cones and races onto the bridge despite a startled shout from the person working an overnight toll shift.]
Woohoo! Yeah, fuck you, you can't make me pay to drive on a goddamn bridge, this shit's for free now, asshole!
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[Just to emphasize, he tips his head back for a howl here and now, right as they race through downtown. Again, maybe, probably, they should have consulted the map. But really, he's not worried. They'll do it if they get lost or if they have a particular place to go. He's driving over the bridge, up the coast, and wherever else the roads take them.
It takes some backtracking through the city on streets they've been on or past but eventually the road takes some broad curves through a big park that reminds him of the one in New York, then lines them up to drive up and over tall cliffs and toward big orange bridge - though in this lighting it doesn't yet look orange. It's a muted brown through the dark and the fog, only turning reddish where the street lights touch it.
There are toll booths here, with arms swung down to make people pay, but Johnnie notes a side entrance without any sort of barrier except cones. What that's for, who can say, but he cackles as he weaves the bike between the cones and races onto the bridge despite a startled shout from the person working an overnight toll shift.]
Woohoo! Yeah, fuck you, you can't make me pay to drive on a goddamn bridge, this shit's for free now, asshole!