5 is a north-south freeway that goes from southern California through
Washington State. It’s a major truck route, and some stretches are
pretty desolate. Speed limit is 70 MPH in much of northern California,
and it isn’t unusual for traffic to be moving about 80. I’m heading
northbound doing about 80 in the left lane of a a 2-lane stretch,
passing a pretty steady stream of trucks in the right lane, a safe
distance behind another car doing about the same. Jerk in a Dodge
Charger comes from behind screaming up on my bumper flashing his lights
about half a car length behind me.
The trucks to the right are in a pretty tight convoy and there’s also
another car in front, plus the tailgater is being a complete douche so
I’m in no particular hurry to let him pass. There’s an overpass about
¾ of a mile ahead.
Just then my radar detector gives a brapp-brapp KA band warning
ahead, pretty weak but getting stronger. I give it a few seconds to get
closer, then flash my lights once and the car ahead pulls to the right
between two trucks, as do I.
Jerk in the Charger floors it and passes us doing well over 90 just
as we approach the overpass, finger extended. Radar detector is
screaming now. Sure enough, CHP is lurking on the onramp and comes
zooming down with lights blazing after the Charger. Gave him a nice wave
as I went by, couldn’t have timed it better.
Booth: Wait til you see what I got here. OK, here- Brennan: Oh, marked in red. Booth: Right, is Steve Rifton’s postal route. And here- Brennan:Marked in black. Booth: Right, is the grease truck route. See what I’ve done here?
We could go through scenic routes, visit truck stops and tourists trap, survey the land for a plot we could establish our settlement on once society breaks down and we need to live off the land, and stay in motels!
The reports were grim, an abyssal striking a travelling convoy with force and unmentioned brutality. The only one in the water at the time was Vier, the rest being all stuffed into inspections and service.
She traveled with due speed to the incident, moving on what could be considered an interception route as she trucked through. It’d be ages since she had a reason to fire her amssive guns, and the German was anxious to do so. “This is Vier reporting, please ensure all reparations are set for your departure, I will update zou on the convoy status when I see it.” She radio’d to whatever operator was near.