CaliBoy1990

Bullseye The roar of the engine, like a demon howling, was the only thing to be heard on the abandoned Interstate. A candyapple red '71 Pontiac Trans Am sped across the tarmac with it's pedal to the metal. The needle trembled just over 140 miles per hour. The sandy roadside flashed past and a lonely cactus went by in a blur. Slowly, but steadily, it gained on the creepers. It was a medium squad, two Chevrolet Camaro's, a Shelby Cobra and a Ford Bronco, ranking four cars in total. They'd been at it at Seminole, a small town about half an hour south of Lubbock. They robbed the local bank, grabbing wages of local miners. But it hadn't been enou