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routes, high above the frantic traffic. Benefits were immediate. Less
pollution from even the fine turbine-steam-electric engines of the private
autos, an end to many downtown parking problems in the big cities and more.
For the first time since their inception the freeways, even at rush hour,
became negotiable at speeds close to those envisioned by their builders. And
psychiatrists began to advise driving as excellent therapy for persons
.afflicted with violent or even homicidal instincts. There were a
few un-American dirty commie pinko symps, no doubt who decried the resultant
proliferation of "argumentative" devices among high-powered autos. Some
laughable folk even talked of an 45 WITH FRIENDS LIKE THESE . .. "arms" race
among automakers. German cars made their biggest incursions into foreign
markets in decades. Armor plating, bulletproof glassalloy, certain
weaponry how else did those nuts expect a decent man to Drive with
Confidence? He gunned the engine and the supercharged sedan roared down the
on-ramp, gathering unnecessary but impressive momentum as it went. Frank had
always believed in an aggressive entrance. Let 'em know -where you stand right
away or they'll ride all over you. The tactic was hardly needed in this
instance there were only two other cars in his entrance pattern, both hi the
far two lanes. He switched slowly until he was behind them, look ing into
rear- and side-view mirror carefully for f ast-approaching others. The lanes
behind were clear and he had no trouble attaining the fourth lane of the five.
Safer here. Plenty of room for feisty types to pass on either side and he
could still maintain a decent speed without competing with dragsters. He
pushed the JJ. up to an easy seventy-five miles per, settled back for the long
drive. He spotted only two, wrecks as he sped smoothly through the Sepulveda
Pass about normal for this early in the day. The helicrane crew were probably
in the process of changing shifts, so these wrecks would lie a bit longer than
at other, busier times of day. His first view of action came as he approached
the busy Wilshire on-ramps. Two compacts squared off awkwardly. The slow lane
was occupied by a four-door Toyota. A Honda coupe, puffing mightily to build
speed up the on-grade, came off the ramp at a bad position. It required one or
the other to slow for a successful entrance and the sedan, having superior
position, understandably refused to be the one. Instead of taking the quiet
course, the Honda maintained its original approach speed and fired an
unannounced broadside from its small .25 caliber, Frank judged window-mounted
swivel gun. The sedan swerved crazily for a moment as its driver, startled,
lost control for a 46 Why Johnny Can't Speed few seconds. Then it straightened
out and regained its former attitude. Frank and the cars behind him slowed to
give the combatants plenty of lane space in which to operate. The armor glass
was taking the attack and the sedan began to return fire about equal, standard
factory equipment, he guessed. They were already reaching the end of the
entrance lane. Desperately, refusing to concede the match, the coupe cut
sharply at the nose of the sedan. The sedan's owner swerved easily into the
second lane and then cut tightly back. At this angle his starboard gun bore
directly on the coupe. A loud bang heralded a shattered tire. With a short,
almost slow-motion bump, the coupe hit the guardrail and flipped over out of
sight. In his rearview mirror Frank could just make out the first few wisps of
smoke as he shot past the spot. Now that the fight was over, Frank floored the
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accelerator again, throwing the victorious driver a fast salute. It was
returned gracefully. Considering his limited stuff, the fellow had done very
well. He'd handled that figure C with ease, but the maneuver would have been
useless against a larger car. Frank's own, for example. Still, compact drivers
were a special breed and often made up for their lack of power, engine, and
fire in sheer guts. He still watched Don Railman and his Supersub religiously
on the early Sunday Tele, even though the ratings were down badly from last
season. He'd also never forget that time when a Weekly Carippefs Telemanual
with old Ev Kelly had done a special on some hand-tooled Mighty Mite, low
bore, cut down, with the Webcor antitank gun cleverly concealed in the front
trunk. No, it paid not to take the compacts, even the subs, too lightly. He
passed the Santa Monica interchange without trouble. In fact, the only thing
resembling a confrontation he had on the whole L.A. portion of the drive
occurred a few minutes later as he swept past the Los Angeles
Sub-International Airport rampings. A new Vet, all shiny and gold, blasted up
behind 47 WITH FRIENDS LIKE THESE . .. him. It stayed there, tailgating. That
in itself was a fighting provocation. He could see the driver clearly a young
girl, probably in her late teens. About Bob's age, he thought tightly. No
doubt, Daddy dear had bought the bomb for her. She honked at him sharply,
insistently. He ignored her. She could pass him to either side with ease.
Instead she fired a low burst of tracers across his rear deck. When he
resolutely continued to ignore her she pouted, then pulled alongside.
Giggling, she threw him an obscene gesture which even his not-so-archaic mind
could identify. He jerked hard on the wheel, then back. Her haughty expression
disappeared instantly, to be replaced by one of fright. When she saw it was
merely a feint on his part, she smiled again, although much less arrogantly,
and shot ahead at a good hundred miles per. Stupid kid better watch her
manners, never live to make 20,000 miles. Maybe he should have given her a
lesson, burnt off a tire, perhaps. Oh, well. He had a long way to drive. Let
someone else play teacher. He became quiet and watchful as he left Santa Ana
and entered the Irvine area. There was little commuter traffic here " and only
a few harmless beachers this early in the day. He saw only one car in the
Cad's class and that was an old yellow Thunderhood. Wasn't sure whether or not
to be disappointed or relieved as he pulled into the San Clemente rest stop
for breakfast. He could have eaten at home but preferred to slip out without
waking MyrTle. He'd have a couple of eggs, some toast and jam, and enjoy a
view of the Pacific along with his coffee despite the low clouds which had
been rolling in for the last twenty minutes. He hoped it wouldn't rain, even
though rain would cut the heat. Weather was one reason he always avoided the
safer but longer desert routes. Thundershowers inland were forecast and even
the best tactical driver could be outmatched in a heavy downpour. He preferred
to be in a situation where his talents could operate without complications
wished on him by nature. 48 Why Johnny Can't Speed A few warm drops, fat and
heavy, hit him as he left the diner. It had grown much darker and the humidity
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routes, high above the frantic traffic. Benefits were immediate. Less
pollution from even the fine turbine-steam-electric engines of the private
autos, an end to many downtown parking problems in the big cities and more.
For the first time since their inception the freeways, even at rush hour,
became negotiable at speeds close to those envisioned by their builders. And
psychiatrists began to advise driving as excellent therapy for persons
.afflicted with violent or even homicidal instincts. There were a
few un-American dirty commie pinko symps, no doubt who decried the resultant
proliferation of "argumentative" devices among high-powered autos. Some
laughable folk even talked of an 45 WITH FRIENDS LIKE THESE . .. "arms" race
among automakers. German cars made their biggest incursions into foreign
markets in decades. Armor plating, bulletproof glassalloy, certain
weaponry how else did those nuts expect a decent man to Drive with
Confidence? He gunned the engine and the supercharged sedan roared down the
on-ramp, gathering unnecessary but impressive momentum as it went. Frank had
always believed in an aggressive entrance. Let 'em know -where you stand right
away or they'll ride all over you. The tactic was hardly needed in this
instance there were only two other cars in his entrance pattern, both hi the
far two lanes. He switched slowly until he was behind them, look ing into
rear- and side-view mirror carefully for f ast-approaching others. The lanes
behind were clear and he had no trouble attaining the fourth lane of the five.
Safer here. Plenty of room for feisty types to pass on either side and he
could still maintain a decent speed without competing with dragsters. He
pushed the JJ. up to an easy seventy-five miles per, settled back for the long
drive. He spotted only two, wrecks as he sped smoothly through the Sepulveda
Pass about normal for this early in the day. The helicrane crew were probably
in the process of changing shifts, so these wrecks would lie a bit longer than
at other, busier times of day. His first view of action came as he approached
the busy Wilshire on-ramps. Two compacts squared off awkwardly. The slow lane
was occupied by a four-door Toyota. A Honda coupe, puffing mightily to build
speed up the on-grade, came off the ramp at a bad position. It required one or
the other to slow for a successful entrance and the sedan, having superior
position, understandably refused to be the one. Instead of taking the quiet
course, the Honda maintained its original approach speed and fired an
unannounced broadside from its small .25 caliber, Frank judged window-mounted
swivel gun. The sedan swerved crazily for a moment as its driver, startled,
lost control for a 46 Why Johnny Can't Speed few seconds. Then it straightened
out and regained its former attitude. Frank and the cars behind him slowed to
give the combatants plenty of lane space in which to operate. The armor glass
was taking the attack and the sedan began to return fire about equal, standard
factory equipment, he guessed. They were already reaching the end of the
entrance lane. Desperately, refusing to concede the match, the coupe cut
sharply at the nose of the sedan. The sedan's owner swerved easily into the
second lane and then cut tightly back. At this angle his starboard gun bore
directly on the coupe. A loud bang heralded a shattered tire. With a short,
almost slow-motion bump, the coupe hit the guardrail and flipped over out of
sight. In his rearview mirror Frank could just make out the first few wisps of
smoke as he shot past the spot. Now that the fight was over, Frank floored the
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accelerator again, throwing the victorious driver a fast salute. It was
returned gracefully. Considering his limited stuff, the fellow had done very
well. He'd handled that figure C with ease, but the maneuver would have been
useless against a larger car. Frank's own, for example. Still, compact drivers
were a special breed and often made up for their lack of power, engine, and
fire in sheer guts. He still watched Don Railman and his Supersub religiously
on the early Sunday Tele, even though the ratings were down badly from last
season. He'd also never forget that time when a Weekly Carippefs Telemanual
with old Ev Kelly had done a special on some hand-tooled Mighty Mite, low
bore, cut down, with the Webcor antitank gun cleverly concealed in the front
trunk. No, it paid not to take the compacts, even the subs, too lightly. He
passed the Santa Monica interchange without trouble. In fact, the only thing
resembling a confrontation he had on the whole L.A. portion of the drive
occurred a few minutes later as he swept past the Los Angeles
Sub-International Airport rampings. A new Vet, all shiny and gold, blasted up
behind 47 WITH FRIENDS LIKE THESE . .. him. It stayed there, tailgating. That
in itself was a fighting provocation. He could see the driver clearly a young
girl, probably in her late teens. About Bob's age, he thought tightly. No
doubt, Daddy dear had bought the bomb for her. She honked at him sharply,
insistently. He ignored her. She could pass him to either side with ease.
Instead she fired a low burst of tracers across his rear deck. When he
resolutely continued to ignore her she pouted, then pulled alongside.
Giggling, she threw him an obscene gesture which even his not-so-archaic mind
could identify. He jerked hard on the wheel, then back. Her haughty expression
disappeared instantly, to be replaced by one of fright. When she saw it was
merely a feint on his part, she smiled again, although much less arrogantly,
and shot ahead at a good hundred miles per. Stupid kid better watch her
manners, never live to make 20,000 miles. Maybe he should have given her a
lesson, burnt off a tire, perhaps. Oh, well. He had a long way to drive. Let
someone else play teacher. He became quiet and watchful as he left Santa Ana
and entered the Irvine area. There was little commuter traffic here " and only
a few harmless beachers this early in the day. He saw only one car in the
Cad's class and that was an old yellow Thunderhood. Wasn't sure whether or not
to be disappointed or relieved as he pulled into the San Clemente rest stop
for breakfast. He could have eaten at home but preferred to slip out without
waking MyrTle. He'd have a couple of eggs, some toast and jam, and enjoy a
view of the Pacific along with his coffee despite the low clouds which had
been rolling in for the last twenty minutes. He hoped it wouldn't rain, even
though rain would cut the heat. Weather was one reason he always avoided the
safer but longer desert routes. Thundershowers inland were forecast and even
the best tactical driver could be outmatched in a heavy downpour. He preferred
to be in a situation where his talents could operate without complications
wished on him by nature. 48 Why Johnny Can't Speed A few warm drops, fat and
heavy, hit him as he left the diner. It had grown much darker and the humidity
was fierce. Still, Irvine was behind him now. Best to make speed down to Diego [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]