As determined as he was panicky, Jim Kirk clutched the wheel in a death grip as he steered the Corvette down the empty, ruler-straight road. The longer he drove, the faster he went, and the faster he went, the easier it became, until it felt almost...natural. Reaching down, he activated the radio and let the channels spin until the add-on insert settled on a stream of heavy music the likes of which Uncle Frank rarely allowed to fill the house. A verbal command cranked the volume up, way up. As exhilaration replaced fear, he nearly lost control of the machine. A moment away from Not Being, he floored the ancient accelerator. A huge grin spread across his face as the car's updated engine responded. What do you know? he thought delightedly to himself.Going fast was...fun.Fun, but confining. He knew that the roof slid back-somehow. There were mechanical fasteners of some kind. With one small hand still manipulating the steering wheel, he reached up and undid first one roof latch, then the other. The roof retracted, all right. The wind ripped it right off its rear mounts and sent the aerodynamic sheet of fiberglass flying like an out-of-control kite. Wide-eyed, the car's young driver managed to look back in time to see it smash into the road far behind him. For a moment he was despondent.But there was wind in his hair now, the bright sun illuminating the car's interior, and speed-the overwhelming sensation of speed.It was the same speed that drew the attention of the highway patrol officer standing by the side of the road as the Corvette thundered past. He did not need to check the readout on his hoverbike to know that everything about the antique vehicle's passing was wrong. Climbing aboard his bike, he shot off in pursuit, the wheel-less bike accelerating over the old road a couple of meters above the pavement.Even at the velocity the Corvette was traveling, it didn't take long for the modern police bike to overtake it. Face shield in place, the officer peered down into the car's interior. What he espied in the driver's seat caused him to put aside the angry reaction he had prepared. Amplified by his mask speaker, his command rang out clear and firm.