Deathrace (1999)
““We need a drag, something to pull behind the rig to brush out our tire tracks so they can’t follow us. A bunch of brush usually works, but there ain’t none here.”
“Tie one blanket on the bumper behind each rear tire,” Franklin said. “Should do in a pinch.”
They tried it.
Douglas walked behind the car for a hundred yards, and couldn’t make out the tire tracks. Nobody could see them from the air.
They drove.
Franklin rattled the old car along as fast as he dared in the rock-strewn dirt track. So...metimes he hit fifteen miles an hour. It should be enough.
Twice Nard had them stop and back up to take a different branch of the dirt trails. They climbed a slope that Douglas was sure would tip over the rig, but it was built heavy, and low to the ground, and made it up and over, then down the far side. They came to a spring that had spawned a palm tree and fifty square feet of green grass. They paused only a moment. The choppers would search this area carefully.
Douglas checked the drags again.MoreLess
“Tie one blanket on the bumper behind each rear tire,” Franklin said. “Should do in a pinch.”
They tried it.
Douglas walked behind the car for a hundred yards, and couldn’t make out the tire tracks. Nobody could see them from the air.
They drove.
Franklin rattled the old car along as fast as he dared in the rock-strewn dirt track. So...metimes he hit fifteen miles an hour. It should be enough.
Twice Nard had them stop and back up to take a different branch of the dirt trails. They climbed a slope that Douglas was sure would tip over the rig, but it was built heavy, and low to the ground, and made it up and over, then down the far side. They came to a spring that had spawned a palm tree and fifty square feet of green grass. They paused only a moment. The choppers would search this area carefully.
Douglas checked the drags again.MoreLess
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