A Twisted Escape
Singing with her girls, Rochelle puts her foot on the floorboard. Her 4 banger is rolling flat out at 90 per. Topping the hill she discovers a lurking “Local Yokel.” His cherries flash and his V8 roars in pursuit.
Rochelle growls “I can’t outrun that Yokel. But I’m not paying any flicking fine either!” Six hundred yards ahead, she tops the viaduct, drills her brakes, and twists a 180.
The Yokel flies by doing 105.