This guy was obviously a drunk, and Dan wanted to make some distance between them. He knew the figures for vehicle fatalities, and he just didn’t wish to be added to the list. As he overtook he glanced quickly across to the large beat up car which was now speeding to keep up with him, and was cutting across the lane, toward him. Dan blasted the horn loudly at the driver who appeared to be singing at the top of his voice, unaware of the accident he was possibly about to cause. Suddenly the man stared around at him. His grey face was twisted and angry, and he mouthed words at Dan. Although Dan wasn’t much of a lip reader, it was clear to him that the guy was spewing obscenities towards him. Dan was about to give him the big finger, when a face appeared in the Cadillac’s rear window. Whoever it was, this person was wearing a hood and mask, and held a small scythe in their hand. A small hand, a small child’s hand, Dan thought. He gunned the pedal and accelerated away from the old car, and watched as the needle hit seventy eight.
