Highway Hooligans
Pahrump, Nevada
Twin Suns Garage
The Hooligans stood around their car, having just put the mudflaps on.
“So, what now?” Cody asked.
“Now, we wait,” Rowan replied, trying to be the voice of reason among a pile of insanity, “until it’s time to ship the car overseas.”
Trevor snorts. “Right. Like we’re not going to test drive it while we wait.”
“We don’t have plates for it, and we can’t exactly register it here,” Jake cautions.
“It has plates and registration,” Lyrran says with a shrug. “Just not for this place. Still, I vote we at least make sure the mud flaps are working.”
Rowan rolls his eyes, then pulls out the heavy artillery. “How about we have beer and pizza instead? I know the cops don’t come down this way that often, but it’d be absolute chaos having to explain where we got this car, who the hell Lyrran is, why it’s on tracks, that they’re street legal somewhere that isn’t here, and why we’re tryin’ to do 90 without wheels.”
The response was a light agreement - driving the Daxton around could wait until another day… For now.
To Be Continued…