he turn and be standing beside your automobile by the time he catches up。
He will not be reasonable at first。。。but no matter。 Let him calm down。 He will want the first word。 Let him have it。 His brain will be in a turmoil： he may begin jabbering； or even pull his gun。 Let him unwind； keep smiling。 The idea is to show him that you were always in total control of yourself and your vehicle…while he lost control of everything。
It helps to have a police/press badge in your wallet when he calms down enough to ask for your license。 I had one of these…but I also had a can of Budweiser in my hand。 Until that moment； I was unaware that I was holding it。 I had felt totally on top of the situation。。。but when I looked down and saw that little red/silver evidence…bomb in my hand； I knew I was fucked。 。
Speeding is one thing； but Drunk Driving is quite another。 The cop seemed to grasp this…that I'd blown my whole performance by forgetting the beer can。 His face relaxed； he actually smiled。 And so did I。 Because we both understood； in that moment； that my Thunder Road； moonshine…bomber act had been totally wasted： We had both scared the piss out of ourselves for nothing at all…because the fact of this beer can in my hand made any argument about 〃speeding〃 beside the point。
He accepted my open wallet with his left hand； then extended his right toward the beer can。 〃Could I have that？〃 he asked。
〃Why not？〃 I said。
He took it； then held it up between us and poured the beer out on the road。
I smiled； no longer caring。 〃It was getting warm； anyway；〃 said。 Just behind me； on the back seat of the Shark； I couldabout ten cans of hot Budweiser and a dozen or so grapefruits。 I'd forgotten all about them； but now they were too obvious for either one of us to ignore。 My guilt was so gross and overwhelming that explanations were useless。
The cop understood this。 〃You realize；〃 he said； 〃that it's a crime to 。 。
〃Yeah；〃 I said。 〃I know。 I'm guilty。 I understand that。 I knew it was a crime； but I did it anyway。〃 I shrugged。 〃Shit； why argue？ I'm a fucking criminal。〃
〃That's a strange attitude；〃 he said。
I stared at him； seeing for the first time that I was dealing with a bright…eyed young sport； around thirty； who was apparently enjoying his work。
〃You know；〃 he said； 〃I get the feeling you could use a nap。〃 He nodded。 〃There's a rest area up ahead。 Why don't you pull over and sleep a few hours？〃 I instantly understood what he was telling me； but for some insane reason I shook my head。 〃A nap won't help；〃I said。 〃I've been awake for too long…three or four nights； I can't even remember。 If I go to sleep now； I'm dead for twenty hours。〃 Good God； I thought。 What have I said？ This bastard is trying to be human； he could take me straight to jail； but he's telling me to take a fucking nap。 For Christ sake； agree with him： Yes； officer； of course I'll take advantage of that rest area。 And I can't tell you how grateful I am for this break you want to give me。
But no。。。here I was insisting that if he turned me loose I would boom straight ahead for L。A。 which was true； but why say it？ Why push him？ This is not the right time for a show…down。 This is Death Valley。。。get a grip on yourself。
Of course。 Get a grip。 〃Look；〃 I said。 〃I've been out in Las Vegas covering the Mint 400。〃 I pointed to the 〃VIP Parking〃 sticker on the windshield。 〃Incredible；〃 I said。 〃All those bikes and dune buggies crashing around the desert for two days。 Have you seen it？〃 He smiled； shaking his head' with a sort of melancholy un…derstanding。 I could see him thinking。 Was I dangerous？ Was he ready for the vicious； time…consuming scene that was bound to e if he took me under arrest？ How many off…duty hours would he have to spend hanging around the courthouse； waiting to testify against me？ And what kind of monster lawyer would I bring in to work out on him？
I knew； but how could he？
〃OK；〃 he said。 〃Here's how it is。 What goes into my book； as of noon； is that I apprehended you。。。for driving too fast conditions； and advised you。。。with this written warning…he handed it to me…〃to proceed no further than the next rest area。。。your stated destination； right？ Where you an to take a long nap 。。。〃 He hung his ticket…pad back on his belt。 〃Do I make myself clear？〃 he asked as he turned away。
I shrugged。 〃How far is Baker？ I was hoping to stop there for lunch。〃
〃That's not in my jurisdiction；〃 he said。 〃The city limits are two…point…two miles beyond the rest area。 Can you make it that far？〃 He grinned heavily。
〃I'll try；〃 I said。 〃I've been wanting to go to Baker for a long time。 I've heard a lot about it。〃
〃Excellent seafood；〃 he said。 〃With a mind like yours； you'll probably want the land…crab。 Try the Majestic Diner。〃
I shook my head and got back in the car； feeling raped。 The pig had done me on all fronts； and now he was going off to chuckle about it…on the west edge of town； waiting for me to make a run for L。A。
I got back on the freeway and drove past the rest area to the intersection where I had to turn right into Baker。 As I am proached the turn I saw。。。Great Jesus； it's him； the hitchhiker； the same kid we'd picked up and terrified on the way out to Vegas。 Our eyes met as I slowed down to make the corner。 I was tempted to wave； but when I saw him drop his thumb I thought； no； this is not the time。。。
God only knows what that kid said about us when he finally got back to town。 Get out of sight at once。 How could I be surerecognized me？ But the car was hard to miss。 And why would he back away from the road？
Suddenly I had two personal enemies in this godforsaken town。 The CHP cop would bust me for sure if I tried to go on through to L。A。； and this goddamn rotten kid/hitchhiker would have me hunted down like a beast if I stayed。 （Holy Jesus； Sam！ There he is！ That guy the kid told us about！ He's back！） Either way； it was horrible…and if these righteous outback predators ever got their stories together。。。and they would； it was inevitable in a town this small。。。that would cash my check all around。 I'd be lucky to leave town alive。 A ball of tar and feathers dragged onto the prison bus by angry natives。
This was it： The crisis。 1 raced through town and found a telephone booth on the northern outskirts； between a Sinclair station and。。。yes。。。the Majestic Diner。 I placed an emergency collect call to my attorney in Malibu。 He answered at once。
〃They've nailed me！〃 I shouted。 〃I'm trapped in some stinking desert crossroads called Baker。 I don't have much time。 The fuckers are closing in。〃
〃Who？〃 he said。 〃You sound a little paranoid。〃
〃You bastard！〃 I screamed。 〃First I got run down by the CHP； then that kid spotted me！ I need a lawyer immediately！〃
〃What are you doing in Baker？〃 he said。 〃Didn't you get my telegram？〃
〃What？ Fuck telegrams。 I'm in trouble。〃
〃You're supposed to be in Vegas；〃 he said。 〃We have a suite at the Flamingo。 I was just about to leave for the airport。。。
I slumped in the booth。 It was too horrible。 Here I was calling my attorney in a moment of terrible crisis and the fool was deranged on drugs…a goddamn vegetable！ 〃You worthless bastard；〃 I groaned。 〃I'll cripple your ass for this！ All that shit in the car is yours！ You understand that？ When I finish testifying out here； you'll be disbarred！〃
〃You brainless scumbag！〃 he shouted。 〃I sent you a telegram！ You're supposed to be covering the National District Attorneys' Conference！ I made all the reservations。。。rented a white Cadillac convertible。。。the whole thing is arranged！ What the hell are you doing out there in the middle the fucking desert？〃 Suddenly I remembered。 Yes。 The telegram。 It was all very clear。 My mind became calm。 I saw the whole thing in a flash。 〃Never mind；〃 I said。 〃It's all a big joke。 I'm actually sitting beside the pool at the Flamingo。 I'm talking from a portable phone。 Some dwarf brought it out from the casino。 I have total credit！ Can you grasp that？〃 I was breathing heavily； feeling crazy； sweating into the phone。
〃Don't e anywhere near this place！〃 I shouted。 〃Foreigners aren't wele here。〃 I hung up and strolled out to the car。 Well； I thought。 Thi