I Explode Things.
When everything’s come out sideways, there ain’t nothing but to take what’s left and get clear. But when a man ain’t got nothing left, what then? Get Doc Quick–Mad Max in a Model T.
I glance down at the icy surface of the road where the passenger door used to be and fend off a bout of dizziness. Up it is. Stiffly, I unfurl my legs. Standing on the frame of the car I push the driver’s side door all the way open, still clutching the Auto-5 through the … Read more Get Doc Quick: p.8
Heading southwest on Highway 1, I slow before reaching the pull-out for Ranger Hill. Just recently paved, the asphalt’s still bubbling with oil. Even cold, the moisture has made it slicker than snot on a skillet. And near the top I’m betting it’s frozen. Sliding to a stop, I grind the gears before shifting into … Read more Get Doc Quick: p.7
Snowflakes crystallize on the windshield, giving me an idea. With my left foot I work the pedal added for operating the wipers and distributing lab alcohol over the glass at the same time. If it’s freezing here, it’ll be even colder at the top of Ranger Hill. Despite the snow stealing my speed advantage, my … Read more Get Doc Quick: p.6