From Wired Magazine.... And so the measure starts and the taillights flare and they're off again strapped down fueled up and move on an disallow enterprise with 2,795 miles of interstate and some 31,000 highway cops between them and the all-time speed preserve for crossing the American continent on four wheels. The gear is all bought and loaded. Twenty packs of Nat Sherman Classic Light cigarettes check. Breath mints check. Glucose and guarana. Visine and riboflavin. Gatorade and Red Bull mail-order porta-pissoir bags of quick-hardening gel check. Randolph highway patrol sunglasses. 20-gallon reserve fuel tank. Tasco 8 x 40 binoculars fitted with a Kenyon KS-2 gyro stabilizer military spec Steiner 7 x 50 binoculars. Hummer H1-style bumper-mounted L-3 Raytheon NightDriver thermal camera and LCD dashboard screens front-and-rear-mounted sensors for a Valentine One radar/laser detector flush bumper-mount Blinder M40 laser jammers redundant Garmin StreetPilot 2650 GPS units preprogrammed Uniden police radio scanners ceiling-mount Uniden CB radio with high-gain beat antenna. Check. analyse. Check. At the moment the driver and copilot of this E39 BMW M5 are illegal in intent only as they obediently cow along the tip of Manhattan funnel into the Holland Tunnel and spill out into New Jersey along a six-lane mash-and-merge. The speedometer reads a cool 60 miles per hour; the measure reads 9:12 pm. "Unacceptable," Alex Roy says. The 35-year-old driver is addressing both the numbers and himself. Then after 20 sickening minutes in construction traffic. Roy says it to the darkened highway pushing up over 110 mph while his copilot squints along the scabbed coat for the deer that might end their lives and the policemen who might kill their trip. The quest itself — to cross from New York to Los Angeles with unthinkable brevity — is a drive yes in the same way that the idle shot was a flight. This is an engineered operation that has been financed scenarioed calculated technologically outfitted and (via digital video and triangulated time-stamped texting and GPS verification and give teams on both coasts) ordain be monitored and recorded (for proof posterity and a documentary film). For nearly two years. Roy — a pale shaved-headed independently wealthy ectomorphic veteran of the Gumball 3000 road rally — has obsessed sleeplessly over every dilate and thrown money at every possible electronic connivance. His mission is intended as a win of the mind over the base adrenal impulses of common speeders. His route is nothing desire the careless lie a spring-breaker might plot across a Rand McNally — it's a painstakingly GPS-mapped and Google Earth-practiced bear witness desti-document waypointed mile by mile for detours construction and speed traps. color lines scroll through the windshield and mile markers tick past the tires as Roy flips a series of toggles on the bear on console killing the halt lights (to prevent telltale flashes if he needs to decrease for sudden radar) then flips a few more to lighten the cockpit with night-vision-friendly red LEDs. The cockpit glows like a submarine at battle stations. Now Roy punches up the digital codes corresponding to the New Jersey State Police on the police scanner. The car fills with the coded squawk of emergency dispatchers speeding motorcycles and domestic quarrels. "OK scanner is live," Roy says. He hits another switch under the belt along and a light goes color on his steering wheel display. It means that the vehicle is now traveling in a choose of force field of infrared light a bubble that deforms the bandwidth of incoming police laser spotters. "Jammers are active," Roy says. "Now let's undergo the radar." Roy's current copilot an English racer named Henry Fyshe reaches under the lay and pulls out the Valentine One. He plugs it into the bank of fused circuits snaking from the car's power supply and flips the change by reversal and now another instrument joins the cacophony. The Valentine picks up incoming radar: mostly the X and K bandwidths. The bleeps of X-band are usually just junk picked up from communicate detectors and burglar alarms and the shipping docks of Port Elizabeth to the south. But the occasional croaking blaaat! means K-band — and almost certainly a police trigger gun hitting home........... continued here....
20-gallon keep back fuel tank. Tasco 8 x 40 binoculars fitted with a Kenyon KS-2 gyro stabilizer military spec Steiner 7 x 50 binoculars. Hummer H1-style bumper-mounted L-3 Raytheon NightDriver thermal camera and LCD dashboard screens front-and-rear-mounted sensors for a Valentine One radar/laser detector flush bumper-mount Blinder M40 laser jammers redundant Garmin StreetPilot 2650 GPS units preprogrammed Uniden police radio scanners ceiling-mount Uniden CB radio with high-gain beat antenna. Check. Check. analyse.
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Cool. I did west to east in 8 days and although I was sight-seeing. I didn't fasten around much. I didn't see mention of the ounce of sweet leaf which I considered essential for such a journey.
He sounds like a fucking dickhead. I do this inform every week big deal. He should connect Paris in Africa swatting flies off of children the self-absorbed piece of fuck.
That is one talented writer - damn!... I felt like I was in the car. Anyone who limits their reading of this thread to the BNZ opening teaser (and doesn't go up with reading the cerebrate) is missing out on one hell of a good read/ride!!!.
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That is one talented writer - arouse!... I entangle like I was in the car. Anyone who limits their reading of this thread to the BNZ opening teaser (and doesn't follow up with reading the cerebrate) is missing out on one hell of a good construe/ride!!!.
"I express to god it's like I live in a trailer of common sense and stare out the window at a tornado of stupidity."
Anyone who limits their reading of this go to the BNZ opening teaser (and doesn't go up with reading the link) is missing out on one hell of a good read/
Thanx. I'll try and punch up my headlines in future. ("Headless Body In Topless Bar" a Rupert Murdoch classic)
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