A Fast Trip to Myrtle Beach

Blanketed in gloom

Driving to hell

Thru the backwoods of Kentucky

75 South,

-88.

Doc Brown drives the DeLorean into the future.

A straight shot past the past.

Podcasts of death blanket the cockpit.

In a mystery of murders,

On the trail of

The Zodiac Killer Rembrandt art heist.

Left Lane ends in 4 miles. . . 

Last Seen: Not a Bundy in sight.

If Red Bull gives you wings..

I'm a fucking Seraph.

One blink: caution-lane ends in 1 mile.

The truck we passed:

More beat up than my childhood.

Pine Mountain; not a fucking cedar in sight!

"Chase the asphalt, keep driving to the right."