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ow much longer？ This tension is part of the high。 The possibility of physical and mental collapse is very real now 。。。 but collapse is out of the question； as a solution or even a cheap alternative； it is unacceptable。 Indeed。 This is the moment of truth； that fine and fateful line between control and disaster…which is also the difference between staying loose and weird on the streets； or spending the next five years of summer mornings playing basketball in the yard at Carson City。
No sympathy for the devil； keep that in mind。 Buy the ticket； take the ride 。 。 。 and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind； well 。 。 。 maybe chalk it off to forced consciousness expansion： Tune in； freak out； get eaten。 It's all in Kesey's Bible。。。。The Far Side of Reality。
And so much for bad gibberish； not even Kesey can help me I have just had two very bad emotional experiences…with the California Highway Patrol and another with a phantom hitchhiker who may or may not have been who I thought it was…and now； feeling right on the verge of a bad psychotic episode； I am hunkered down with my tape machine in a 〃beer bar〃 that is actually the back room of a huge Hardware Barn…all kinds of plows and harnesses and piled…up fertilizer bags； and wondering how it all happened。
About five miles back I had a brush with the CHP。 Not stopped or pulled over： nothing routine。 I always drive properly。 A bit fast； perhaps； but always with consummate skill and a natural feel for the road that even cops recognize。 No cop was ever born who isn't a sucker for a finely…executed hi…speed Controlled Drift all the way around one of those cloverleaf freeway interchanges。
Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop。 Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side when he sees the big red light behind him。。。and then we will start apologizing； begging for mercy。
This is wrong。 It arouses contempt in the cop…heart。 The thing to do…when you're running along about a hundred or so and you suddenly find a red…flashing CHP…tracker on your trail…what you want to do then is accelerate。 Never pull over with the first siren…howl。 Mash it down and make the bastard chase you at speeds up to 120 all the way to the next exit。 He will follow。 But he won't know what to make of your blinker…signal that says you're about to turn right。
This is to let him know you're looking for a proper place to pull off and talk 。 。。 keep signaling and hope for an off…ramp； one of those uphill side…loops with a sign saying 〃Max Speed 25〃。。。and the trick； at this point； is to suddenly leave the freeway and take him into the chute at no less than a hundred miles an hour。
He will lock his brakes about the same time you lock yours； but it will take him a moment to realize that he's about to make a 180…degree turn at this speed 。 。。 but you will be ready for it； braced for the Gs and the fast heel…toe work； and with any luck at all you will have e to a plete stop off the road at the top of the turn and be standing beside your automobile by the time he catches up。
He will not be reasonable at first。。。but no matter。 Let him calm down。 He will want the first word。 Let him have it。 His brain will be in a turmoil： he may begin jabbering； or even pull his gun。 Let him unwind； keep smiling。 The idea is to show him that you were always in total control of yourself and your vehicle…while he lost control of everything。
It helps to have a police/press badge in your wallet when he calms down enough to ask for your license。 I had one of these…but I also had a can of Budweiser in my hand。 Until that moment； I was unaware that I was holding it。 I had felt totally on top of the situation。。。but when I looked down and saw that little red/silver evidence…bomb in my hand； I knew I was fucked。 。
Speeding is one thing； but Drunk Driving is quite another。 The cop seemed to grasp this…that I'd blown my whole performance by forgetting the beer can。 His face relaxed； he actually smiled。 And so did I。 Because we both understood； in that moment； that my Thunder Road； moonshine…bomber act had been totally wasted： We had both scared the piss out of ourselves for nothing at all…because the fact of this beer can in my hand made any argument about 〃speeding〃 beside the point。
He accepted my open wallet with his left hand； then extended his right toward the beer can。 〃Could I have that？〃 he asked。
〃Why not？〃 I said。
He took it； then held it up between us and poured the beer out on the road。
I smiled； no longer caring。 〃It was getting warm； anyway；〃 said。 Just behind me； on the back seat of the Shark； I couldabout ten cans of hot Budweiser and a dozen or so grapefruits。 I'd forgotten all about them； but now they were too obvious for either one of us to ignore。 My guilt was so gross and overwhelming that explanations were useless。
The cop understood this。 〃You realize；〃 he said； 〃that it's a crime to 。 。
〃Yeah；〃 I said。 〃I know。 I'm guilty。 I understand that。 I knew it was a crime； but I did it anyway。〃 I shrugged。 〃Shit； why argue？ I'm a fucking criminal。〃
〃That's a strange attitude；〃 he said。
I stared at him； seeing for the first time that I was dealing with a bright…eyed young sport； around thirty； who was apparently enjoying his work。
〃You know；〃 he said； 〃I get the feeling you could use a nap。〃 He nodded。 〃There's a rest area up ahead。 Why don't you pull over and sleep a few hours？〃 I instantly understood what he was telling me； but for some insane reason I shook my head。 〃A nap won't help；〃I said。 〃I've been awake for too long…three or four nights； I can't even remember。 If I go to sleep now； I'm dead for twenty hours。〃 Good God； I thought。 What have I said？ This bastard is trying to be human； he could take me straight to jail； but he's telling me to take a fucking nap。 For Christ sake； agree with him： Yes； officer； of course I'll take advantage of that rest area。 And I can't tell you how grateful I am for this break you want to give me。
But no。。。here I was insisting that if he turned me loose I would boom straight ahead for L。A。 which was true； but why say it？ Why push him？ This is not the right time for a show…down。 This is Death Valley。。。get a grip on yourself。
Of course。 Get a grip。 〃Look；〃 I said。 〃I've been out in Las Vegas covering the Mint 400。〃 I pointed to the 〃VIP Parking〃 sticker on the windshield。 〃Incredible；〃 I said。 〃All those bikes and dune buggies crashing around the desert for two days。 Have you seen it？〃 He smiled； shaking his head' with a sort of melancholy un…derstanding。 I could see him thinking。 Was I dangerous？ Was he ready for the vicious； time…consuming scene that was bound to e if he took me under arrest？ How many off…duty hours would he have to spend hanging around the courthouse； waiting to testify against me？ And what kind of monster lawyer would I bring in to work out on him？
I knew； but how could he？
〃OK；〃 he said。 〃Here's how it is。 What goes into my book； as of noon； is that I apprehended you。。。for driving too fast conditions； and advised you。。。with this written warning…he handed it to me…〃to proceed no further than the next rest area。。。your stated destination； right？ Where you an to take a long nap 。。。〃 He hung his ticket…pad back on his belt。 〃Do I make myself clear？〃 he asked as he turned away。
I shrugged。 〃How far is Baker？ I was hoping to stop there for lunch。〃
〃That's not in my jurisdiction；〃 he said。 〃The city limits are two…point…two miles beyond the rest area。 Can you make it that far？〃 He grinned heavily。
〃I'll try；〃 I said。 〃I've been wanting to go to Baker for a long time。 I've heard a lot about it。〃
〃Excellent seafood；〃 he said。 〃With a mind like yours； you'll probably want the land…crab。 Try the Majestic Diner。〃
I shook my head and got back in the car； feeling raped。 The pig had done me on all fronts； and now he was going off to chuckle about it…on the west edge of town； waiting for me to make a run for L。A。
I got back on the freeway and drove past the rest area to the intersection where I had to turn right into Baker。 As I am proached the turn I saw。。。Great Jesus； it's him； the hitchhiker； the same kid we'd picked up and terrified on the way out to Vegas。 Our eyes met as I slowed down to make the corner。 I was tempted to wave； but when I saw him drop his thumb I thought； no； this is not the time。。。
God only knows what that kid said about us when he finally got back to town。 Get out of sight at once。 How could I be surerecognized me？ But the car was hard to miss。 And why would he back away from the road？
Suddenly I had two personal enemies in this godforsaken town。 The CHP cop would bust me for sure if I tried to go on through to L。A。； and this goddamn rotten kid/hitchhiker would have me hunted down like a beast if I stayed。 （Holy Jesus； Sam！ There he is！ That guy the kid told us about！ He's back！） Either way； it was horrible…and if these righteous outback predators ever got their stories together。。。and they would； it was inevitable in a town this small。。。that would cash my check all around。 I'd be lucky to leave town alive。 A ball of tar and feathers dragged onto the prison b