I had just swam back from a place in or across the nearby river. While swimming I had closed my eyes for most of the way so that I wouldn't have to see the bright sun, and I found it quite relaxing.
At one point when I opened my eyes for a short period of time I had to change courses to avoid hitting a pickup truck that was coming along.
When I got back on land, behind a large house, there was someone there maneuvering two cars into place. They both had their doors open and, after she had gotten them into place, they both started to roll backwards, into the marshy farmlands behind them.
She picked up their remotes- one of which was quite long, the other rather short- and started maneuvering them to attempt to get them to stop, as she could drive them with the remotes. However, the one in the back suddenly exploded in a flash of flame before the other came to a halt. Saying words of regret, she said something, I think, about us fixing it and then walked off.
We had all sorts of gadgets which allowed us to fix the car easily, as well as augment it in a variety of ways.
Posted by Trevor Savage at July 15, 2003 4:02 PM