A Cool Day in Bennington
Rinny was doing about 35 on the old Interstate because of the slick ice that
had formed overnight. He smiled when the warning signal came on. "What're you
trying to do, you **##ing idiot, kill us both?" Shep had recorded the warning for
slick ice. Their Pontiac Road Warrior had a surface reflector sensor (SRS) installed
and could analyze the average available road surface friction and keep it posted
on the dash. Anything really dangerous had appropriate beeps and voice warnings
as well. "What's the recommended safe speed." he queried. "20 mph maximum",
came the reply.
Rinny was tired from the long drive down from Canada and could have put it
on automatic and been safe and able to rest, but he liked to drive and check out
any changes along the way. It was a good ride. 20 mph was really monotonous,
but he didn't really feel like getting towed back the rest of the way home.
"Hey Shep". he called out. "Whaddya do? Rinny?" "Gimme an hour and I'm
home." "Holy Mud", Shep heard on his transcomm. "Wait, damn Moose - right in the
middle of the road," "Careful!" "Car's got it - no problem - took the picture too and
sent it to the state troopers." "Maybe she knows you Rinny - watch out she might
catch up to you." They both laughed.
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