So, um... Yea. Later found out that the pawn shop was actually a hit TV series called Pawn Stars. Darn, should’ve taken a picture.

About five hours after we left Vegas, we were in the Grand Mesa National Park. Snow covered mountain roads usually coated with ice, one wrong move and we were dead.

In other words, I was a kid in a candy store.

I pushed the Chevelle to it’s absolute limit, going as sideways as I possibly could through every corner that I came across. Jackson was hanging on for grim life, Dashie and Pinkie threw their arms up and went “WEEEEEEE!” in response while I had my tongue stuck out and a hint of madness in my eyes.

Eventually I had to gas up the Chevelle again. Drifting really took a lot of gas to perform. As I pulled into the gas station, Jackson bailed before the car stopped and rolled across the floor of the station. He got up, glared at me, then puked. Gave me another glare, then puked again.

I just love him to death (In the brotherly kinda way of course).

So, I went and got myself a cup of hot coffee. It was nice to have a warm drink in a cold place. It felt good, I felt a tad bit more active and much more mobile. The two mares in the back of the car stared at me with a distant look in their eyes.

      “What is that?” Pinkie asked

I raised an eyebrow and scooted a bit farther from the car. There was no one else in the station except a guy and his tricked up orange BMW, so no worries.

      “Coffee.” I said cautiously

      “Looks good. Can we have a sip?” Dash asked

I slowly scooted my way a bit farther from the car. The mares were getting kinda creepy.

      “Um... no?” I asked

Dash growled.

      “Okay, okay, don’t kill me.”

I handed the my hot beverage over to the mares. They both drank it down and I knew that slowly it was warming them up too. Then slowly but surely, Pinkie began vibrating. And so did Dash.

      “Shit, caffeine’s starting to kick in.” I said, clearly alarmed

Jackson came up to me and gave me another cup of coffee. He too held one in his hand. As he gave me my beverage, he took a glance at the backseat and saw the two vibrating mares who looked like they were ready to bounce around the car.

      “Graaaaaaaaaaaaace?”

      “Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeees?”

      “The mares...”

      “Terrifying isn’t it?”

Jackson turned his back to the car and leaned on it. I did the same. I could feel the car shaking all around, but I didn’t care. as long as the mares didn’t bounce around like rubber band balls, the car was fine.

      “Hey, where’s my wallet?” Jackson said, patting his pockets

      “Oh c’mon!”

      “I had them a second ago!”

Just then, a huge muscled guy with tribal tattoos running down his arms walked out the bathroom, he overheard our conversation and then looked at us. He walked towards us, and judging from his expression he did not look like he wanted to have a chat.

      “Shall I start the car my dear Jackson?”

      “Indeed you shall Grace.”

I got in the car, ignored the hyperactive ponies, and slammed on the accelerator just as Jackson closed the door. I floored it and the car lurched forwards. Soon we were blazing down the road. I had no problem going through the windy track and I was starting to get a little cocky.

And then the BMW appeared in my rearview mirror.

Shit.

I continued putting the pedal to the metal while the two mares at the back were practically bouncing around. Jackson however was clinging to anything he could hold onto.

We eventually sped towards a sign and a gate. I was going way too fast to read the sign, I think it said something like “Blasting Area- Keep out.”

      “Dude! Do we stop or go?!” I asked

      “How should I know Grace?!”

*Crash*

      “Welpz, guess we’re not stopping.” I said

I continued driving with the orange BMW chasing me down, tight curves and icy roads did nothing to slow us down. I was driving when all of a sudden I saw a yellow ball of light fly across the sky and crash into the side of a mountain, resulting in a huge explosion. Me and Jackson both stared at it as ice came crashing down.

      “Grace, welcome to the shitstorm of our lives...” Jackson muttered, all the while keeping his eyes on the raining ice.

The road wasn’t connected to the mountain, so it was ice free save for a bunch of snow littering the road. The next corner was connected to the mountain, another ball of light, another *kaboom* and ice came raining down on us. It pelted the car harmlessly. Me and Jackson breathed a huge sigh of relief that it was just a couple of ice cubes.

Then there was a loud *thunk* and a part of the roof caved in.

      “Oh shit.” I muttered

Mr. BMW was showing absolutely no signs of stopping. He smashed into an ice rock, his bumper was dented but he only seemed to go even faster.

      “This guy is insane!” Jackson exclaimed

      “THANK YOU CAPTAIN FUCKING OBVIOUS.”

I continued speeding down the roads as more and more mountains were blasted. Ice boulders rained down on us, I managed to dodge them even with my shitty luck. The guy had a bump here and there but he didn’t kill himself. The mares continued talking gibberish in fast-forward mode. It didn’t exactly help the situation.

Eventually I reached a tunnel, but I couldn’t stop,Y’know, since we had a psycho on our tails.

The tunnel didn’t last for long and soon we were back in the harsh elements. Ice continued crashing down, with no signs of slowing down whatsoever. This time however, we only had to plow through some snow piles.

The road was pretty straight from here on. Things were starting to look up for me. But guess whaaaaaaaaat?

Mother nature hates me.

Soon enough, huge boulders came rumbling down and formed some sort of obstacle course. I kept my cool, or, well, as much cool as I could muster at the moment, and forged on. We reached another tunnel and was shielded once more. It went over a huge U-turn. Dust rained down and lights flickered. I looked in the rear view mirror, the orange BMW seemed ghostly in the flickering lights. Then, the lights went out and I was forced to turn on my headlights.

I didn’t know what Pinkie and Dash were up to though. I mean, when you’re driving through an avalanche, you don’t have time to check on your technicolor pet.

Finally we reached a straight away. Up ahead was a tunnel, all we had to do was go through that and we’d finally be safe. Then the top of the tunnel began cracking, a huge mass of snow rained down. I closed my eyes and prayed for safety, then next thing I know, we were covered in snow.

Then, after a few tense seconds (It was just a few milliseconds but my brain was in slow motion dammit) we burst into the tunnel and spun out. The car crashed into a wall before stopping. I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, we were safe. Although we now had no means of transportation, at least we were safe.

      “What just happened?” Jackson asked

      “I don’t know. But it was pretty darn awesome.”

I got out the car and assessed the damage. The back had smashed into the wall and the back wheel had followed, the axle was probably snapped. I shook my head. The car was in no condition to run now. I sat on the hood with Travis. Waiting for something, someone.

Just then, someone plowed through the wall of snow and stopped right in front of us. As the car stopped, the ice fell off too. Revealing a shade of orange and a black spoiler.

Oh crap.

The guy stepped out of his car. We didn’t bother running. We were tired and sore from getting bumped around in the car (Or more accurately, Jackson was sore, I was tired). The ponies had passed out already, looks like caffeine doesn’t last as long on ponies.

The guy got out and walked towards us. Jackson was scared as shit right now. He closed his eyes and braced for impact. I simply watched in horror.

Then the guy pulled something out from his pocket and pointed it at Jackson.

      “Sir, I believe this is your wallet.” Next Chapter: New Wheels Estimated time remaining: 19 Minutes