Or snipers hidden in the roadside trees. Or mobs of angry freaks pushing burning wrecks into the road to block your path. Or Mad Max style whackos chasing you. Or...well, you get the idea. With the luck I've had, dying alone is seeming like the more attractive option, but i"m sure that's only until the prozac kicks in. ;)
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