Bob swerved into the left lane cutting off another car. The horn behind him sounded and the headlights flashed. Stamping on the gas he accelerated until he was six inches from the bumper of the car in front of him. A quick glance to the right and he swerved again, making his box truck lurch and sway as he passed the car on the right. He had been driving like this for the past ten miles. It was almost time to get off the highway before the cops found him.
And so long as he stayed on the ragged end of control, no one should get hurt. So long as he was clever. So long as no one else did anything stupid. So long as…
The flashing lights came on and he saw the sheriffs car pulling up behind him. It was good while it lasted. Driving like a maniac. Getting everyone so pissed at him as he drove.
And the bumper sticker of “How’s my driving? Call 900-555-3344” connected to an off shore phone that charged 50 dollars a minute.
Well the ticket was going to be just the cost of doing business.