<strong>Andre Hardison</strong><br/>Route 64 - 10 minutes outside Minetto<br/><br/><br/>(http://i349.photobucket.com/albums/q371/MikesStangs/SVMC%20Show%20Apr%2010%202011/DSCF0820.jpg)<br/><br/>A white steed galloped along the endless sun scorched stretch for what felt like a lifetime or maybe it was the lack of diverse scenery that made it appear so. Of course the master being the man that he was invested more effort into her maintenance than any other fair maiden that he had known, much to their dismay. It was a rather elegant beast from muzzle to tail. A dazzling coat of white shined forth blinding those who hadn't all ready taken a glimpse of her chrome shoes , nearly all white in visage save muzzle and insides. In contrast its entrails were hemmed with black and red silk. A most glorious two tone. His initials bore themselves to her saddle and lastly scribed upon her tail read "Ole Pony". His car was the thing he cherished object in his life. He could live without a castle, but without his trusted mustang was something else. Such was his case.<br/><br/>A hand reached out to stroke the creature, adjusting the nob a bit before he decided on a station. A song he had liked caught his attention. It reminded him of California.<br/><br/><em>California... knows how to party<br/>California... knows how to party<br/>In the citaaay of L.A.<br/>In the citaaay of good ol' Watts<br/>In the citaaay, the city of Compton<br/>We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!</em><br/><br/>Noticing something in his dash mirror , he muted the volume on Sir Dre's verse to get a good look of it . Off in the distance three lights flashed in simultation(not a real word, but it should be), accompanying the lights was a high pitched ringing sound, looking to his speedometer for a moment he realized he was driving well over the speed limit. Having lived in LA for a few years he had been no stranger to random stops though Arizona was different, this was a state where you could stop someone based upon their appearance and their appearance alone. "Fuck..." was the only work he could muster up. He immediately thought of his expired Visa, though he could play an American if he had to.<br/><br/>A knot welled in his chest, both hands gripping tight around the wheel, for a moment he began to think about stories his american friends told him about police cruelty, the idea of police bullying motorist was foreign to him before he came to the states. In Canada, police those Dudley DoRight looking fellows weren't really known for their ass kicking authority. Nor did they stop people for having a bit of recreation in their possessions, or for many reasons at all, in truth they were more like firefighters or security guards. He hadn't understood the fear people had for their own defenders until that moment. The convertible crept to a slow pace before finally halting on the side of the sand.<br/><br/>Then the squad car foregoed him completely as if he weren't even there, instead zooming in on a car ahead of, releasing a relieved sigh, he started his engine again, driving to get a closer view of what had transpired up ahead. "No way was he driving over the speed limit," Andre thought to himself. As he passed the scene, he stole a brief look to the motorist.  The driver of the car that was stopped appeared to be a hispanic male. He continued driving for a moment until he heard a deafening thud, looking up into his rear view mirror, he saw the hispanic male with face planted firmly against hood of his car , handcuffed with elbows to back. After a moment, his nerves relaxed though it was soon replaced with hunger and so was his car. He tried to block the events  out of his mind. He saw a sign up ahead which read<strong>"You are now entering Minetto".</strong>"Minetto...oh great I hope this isn't part of the country that's still locked up in a time machine.Towns like these usually make great settings for horror flicks. I bet the diner's the safest place to go to in case of a zombie outbreak... "<br/><br/><br/>Off in the distance, along his path, he noticed a pedestrian by the side of road  , more importantly he noticed the pedestrian  was a her though looks could be misleading from his distance. Not that he wouldn't offer her a ride if she weren't all that, though it certain wouldn't hurt if she were. The car slowed to her side. His sound system had a decent thump to it. An usher song began to play in the backdrop. Andre began to sing with the lyrics before stopping at the more explicit parts.<br/><br/><br/><em>Hey girl, I'm debating if I should take you home<br/>Should I take you home?<br/>I don't mean to keep you waiting<br/>But I just gotta know<br/>If you're reeeeaaadddy...</em><br/><br/>"So where are we going today?"