"It's 106 miles to
Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's
dark and we're wearing sunglasses," you say with a smug smirk of
satisfaction spreading across your face. You wait a moment for one of
the Lincoln's to say "hit it" until you realize that they've probably
not seen The Blues Brothers, so you say it yourself just to
complete the scene, feeling terribly awkward about talking to yourself a
mere moment later.
And actually, it's quite a bit further than 106 miles to Chicago, but
hey, you always wanted to say that line and mean it, and you had a real
reason to this time! You get so swept up in the thrill of your
cinematically exciting adventure as you cruise down the highway at
lightning speeds that you barely notice the blue lights flashing behind
you.
Before you know it, you see a second pair of blue lights, and then a
third. It seems that word has finally gotten out about some crazed
lunatic who kidnapped some animatronic Lincolns and then stole a car,
and these cops are taking things pretty seriously. A fourth, and then a
fifth pair of flashing blue lights appear in your rear view. In fact,
it's pretty quickly evident that perhaps you could have stood to
watch The Blues Brothers again to learn how to deal with a
situation like this as an army of police officers drag you from your
vehicle and beat you to a pulp.
