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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

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          • October 17, 2009 4:49 pm

            You put the pedal down and open up the 400 CUI performance package. Its rated at 345hp, so you should have no trouble dropping whatever it is behind you.

            At 140mph the windshield whippers flutter and start flapping up and down. You can no longer hear the stereo. Coming over a small bluff you see a cop car with its lights on, parked across the rode about 3/4 a mile ahead.

            Dammit. You glance in your rear-view and realize that the car behind you is a cop. You slow down and forget all about the illegal .38 in the glove-box until the cop is walking up to your car. You also forgot about the grass & the 1/2 of an 8-ball…

            Don’t you know this old boy is in a whole mess of trouble.

            Game Over

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