Got 'Em By The Fender

Clocking 80 In The Streets With Cats on Your Tail...

They clung to the Lincoln’s tail, hands all but fused to the bumper and fender. Jovian kept his electric eye on them in the rearview. The young gray fighter had gotten cleared to drive his Lincoln around Haven. Fortunately for the wolves of Haven, he wasn’t trying to smite pedestrians. Rather, he was just going for his usual joyride around town. He’d gone a couple of nights without incident, but tonight was going to break the run.

Clung to his trunk and bumper where a gaggle of hoverboarders, three-inches off the ground and flowing with his every turn. Two whites and black, decked out in black leather lined with eye-popping neon-green. They had a hunger in their eyes for the kind of thrill Jovian was supplying them.

Even when he slapped the throttle down and took his prized Colosseum ride up to speed, there they clung, hitting 80 right on his 6, and all still on balance. It was easier than skateboarding, and safer with a ground car, but the electric rush Even without the friction of the pavement, it was still a wire act to keep yourself from flipping off and splitting your head on the pavement.

For now, the only thing split was Jovian’s snout, the cyborg cracking a devious grin as he dug his sandaled paw in, thick black hair billowing in the wind. The ears of the trio of boarder were all flat-back with the wind.

The needle quivered to 95 before the town car swung a hard turn. The boarders held tight to their piece of the Lincoln as it smoothed out and roared on. By this point, Jovian was sure nothing could shake them.

That was until they hit traffic.