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The tyres catch and bite at the last second. The Chevy skids to a hard stop.
I peer out over the front end.
Not an inch to spare.
I put the Chevy in reverse and back up fast. I stop and look to my right. See my would-be killer speeding into the distance, the road snaking away into the desert.
There's no way I'll catch him in a straight race. So I step on the gas and pull to the right. I spin straight off the highway into the rugged country.
It's a bouncy, slippery, suicide ride. I swerve around trees and boulders, plough through cactus plants and giant puddles.
I fly over the terrain, bumping up and down in my seat. The dash rattles and the suspension feels ready to collapse. But the Tahoe is American-made and tough as the Arizona wilderness. I cut a couple of miles off the pursu
