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[findthegeck]

Shiny buildings! Lush green parks! Sharp-dressed folk striding up and down the sidewalks with purpose and vigor! All of these descriptions would fit somewhere that isn't the Den.

To say that the Den was rustic would be doing authentic examples of rusticism a disservice. Many towns did not reach their dilapidated state because of the ravages of war, but rather the ravages of time. The town where the Den now stood had not been flattened by atomic bombs, but by looking at it, perhaps that would have been doing it a favor.

Some of the aging pre-war buildings have had whatever maintenance was necessary to keep the number of gaping holes in the roofs and walls to a minimum, leading to a sort of post-post-post-modern neo-retro-classical architectural style. Civic beautification is not a high priority, nor is filling in all the potholes.

There's no grass to mow, yesterdays junk is today's half-buried tetanus hazards, and plumbing is of the outdoor variety exemplified by the outhouse that for Sativa serves as a door to and from Milliways.

"This way," She tells her guest, pointing to crumbling road alongside the seedy bar (The Hole isn't just a clever name) they are standing behind. "The junkyard's just beyond the far end of the street. Watch your step."

That's no so much a warning about what you do here, as it is to actually make sure you don't put your foot in anything unpleasant.

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[findthegeck]

"All right, then." She peels her butt away from the seat leather and shifts over to the driver's side, running her hands over the wheel, familiarizing herself with the controls she'd watched Cyborg use.

[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

He gets in the other side and buckles in. "Take your time. Don't start it up till you are ready."

[findthegeck]

"Take your time," She repeats.

With one hand on the wheel, she shifts the stick and gently puts pressure the pedal. "Okay, nice and slow-"

Not gently enough, though, and then as she remembers to take off the break the car accelerates very quickly... in reverse.

"WHOA!" Slamming her foot on the break and fighting for control of the steering the car does a 180 and comes to a sudden halt, surrounded by cloud of dust.

With a white-knuckled grip on the wheel she glances sidelong at her instructor. "Whoops?"

[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

"I...guess you're gonna wanna go slower." He's seen worse. And been in far worse. But this car seems to be bit like a tank. And doesn't have a gas tank to rupture, so they should be okay.

[findthegeck]

"Really slower." Okay. Okay. Got this.

She lets her breathing settle down, shifts into the proper gear this time, and with the most feather-like amount of force on the pedal eases the machine forward at a less hell-bent pace, keeping them on more-or-less on the road.

At least there's no other traffic to worry about.

[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

"See, that isn't so bad, is it?" He keeps his eye on her foot more than anything else.

[findthegeck]

Arms ramrod straight, she leans further back into her seat with a grin as she gives the car a boost of speed.

Sativa lets out a loud laugh as the excitement fizzes up inside her. "...I'm driving."

[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

"Yup. Fun, ain't it?" He wonders how she would deal with cars that had more sensitive steering or brakes, though.

[findthegeck]

"It's like we're flying... real close to the ground," she replies.

They're going so fast that when she takes her foot off the pedal the Highwayman is still able to coast along at a good pace.

There's a turnoff to the left just ahead. The signpost's too faded to say where it leads. Just for the hell of it she veers off onto it.

[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

"Almost." He starts to feel good about this. And figures she knows where they are going.

[findthegeck]

Uh, yeah. Sure. There's not really much where to go to, just this old country road and the few occasional remnants settlements and homesteads that used to dot the landscape. It's a straight line that goes on for miles.

Until that little bend along the ravine, that is.

[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

He sits back and enjoys the ride for a bit. Sativa is a natural driver, and the view is not as terrible as he expected. Or at least not the worst place he's ever seen.

Yet.

[findthegeck]

It's certainly a lot better at this perspective than it would be for the common traveler on foot. You're less likely to be ambushed by something when you're surrounded by four-thousand pounds of fast-moving steel.

The only real hazard is running out of road.

[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

"How far do you wanna go? No reason to overdo it the first time out." He doesn't want to press their luck.

[findthegeck]

"I'm okay with heading back now," she replies. "We'd probably hit the coast before long otherwise." That's if the terrain didn't get in their way first.

[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

"What you gotta do after this is drive regularly. It's like any other skill."

[findthegeck]

"I'm pretty sure I will," she says as they decelerate before preparing to turn around.

It's interesting to take a look at an area that would have normally taken days to reach.

It's good to be able to save all that time and know for certain that there's absolutely nothing worth doing all that walking to see.

[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

"If you ever wanna come to Jump City and try the T-Car, let me know. It handles like this one." Which is really not what he expected.

[findthegeck]

"Really?" With a bit of steering that takes them slightly off-road they're facing the way they came and speeding towards more familiar locales. "Well, thanks for the offer."

Sativa, a fast car and modern day traffic. Just remember Cyborg, it was your suggestion.

[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

"Any time. Assuming we're not in the middle of a big battle with a supervillain." And assuming the T-Car hasn't been wrecked again in said battle.