Driving as fast as they could on the minor highways, avoiding the monitored interstateways, Bubblegum and Riff wound and weaved through the countryside. They hadn’t needed to use the forged crystals the Technicats had given to Riff, yet. They hoped they were traveling toward the guitar.
They drove through the night. Bubblegum fell asleep in the passenger seat.
Riff worried he might be wrong: leading his girlfriend on a fool’s errand away from the guitar, wasting the precious hours leading up to the inauguration.