He gave the ailing '69 Valliant some gas. Nothing happened. Above him, the traffic helicopter circled, griffin-like. Damn news reachers--always fishing for a story. Well, there wasn't one here. Just a lonely, washed-up has-been stranded in the center lane of the by-pass, blocking traffic and trying to get himself killed.
That'd make good talk at the Moonbeam. He could hear it: "Damn snazzy Dan, Lazar Tag guru. Killed on his way to get some action. From a bitch."
Allie would forgive him, though. Aussies always did. If he got out of this alive.