Ooo yeah, riding down the free-way,
Ooo yeah, street-racers goin’ my way.
Ooo yeah, What are you gonna’ say,
Race as fast as you can, there’s no gett’n away.
Racer Girl by The High Tides
Released 1954
The morning sun flashes between buildings as we silently glide along the road in Zeons stolen and conspicuously bright silver Ultra car. A light mist hangs about us this cold morning, or at least it feels cold after dealing with Ashers flames. Goldie has been struggling with the myriad of buttons and controls to find something that will demist the windscreen while she drives.
“Is this Corbin a friend of yours?” asks Goldie from the drivers seat.
“Yes, an old friend.” I struggle to remove my amplifier backpack in the cramped passenger seat.
“Is he cool?” asks B-Rock from the even smal
