The taxi stopped at a car rental place just north of Los Angeles.

Karl: Thanks. *Pays the taxi pony 3 bucks, and walks into the car rental place*
Car Rental Pony: Hi, welcome to Hertz.
Karl: I'm heading into Seattle, and I need a car built during, or after 1956.
Car Rental Pony: Well most of our cars here were built before 1956, but I'm sure we'll find something just right for you.
Karl: Good.

Both of them walked out to the back, where most of the cars were.

Car Rental Pony: How about this Volvo? It was built last year.
Karl: Eh, I'll pass. I don't want to try driving a foreign car just yet.
Car Rental Pony: How about this '58 Impala? The first of it's kind.
Karl: How much does it cost?
Car Rental Pony: $300 dollars, and each mile you drive this thing will cost you ten cents.
Karl: Got anything cheaper?
Car Rental Pony: Ford Fairlane, 1957. $250 now, plus ten cents every mile you drive.

Karl: I'll take it.
Car Rental Pony: *Gives Karl the keys* And remember, if you get any damage on this car, it'll cost you extra.
Karl: I have no intention to damage this machine. *Gets into the car*
Car Rental Pony: Hey wait a second.
Karl: *Starts the car, and drives away*
Car Rental: You didn't give me your name or address! How am I supposed to charge you if I don't know this information?! You didn't even give me the $250 for crying out loud!

Back with Tom

Tom: *Floors it passing a red traffic light*
Ponies: *Stop driving their cars, honking their horns in the process*
Pony: What's the matter with you man?
Tom: Look, I need to get to Seattle for an important business meeting, and you're making me go the wrong way! *Turns onto Melrose Avenue, and stops at the Blue Jam Cafe* Here we are.
Pony: This isn't it. I meant the one on Ventura Boulevard.
Tom: Why didn't you tell me before?!?
Pony: I forgot.
Tom: Uugh!! *Makes a U turn, nearly hitting a few cars*
Pony: You're going to get us in trouble if you keep this up.
Tom: I told you to shut up!

Pierce, and Bob were now in a place called Santa Clarita. Pierce, and Bob drove their cars next to each other.

Pierce: *Looks at the road, then glances at Bob* I'm keeping my eye on you. *Looks back at the road* You're not getting to Seattle before me.
Bob: *Staring at Pierce* You're gonna talk about me in your car so I can't hear, huh? Okay, I'll play your game. I'll stoop down to your level. Your tin can that you call a car will break down sooner, or later. I will get to Seattle before anyone else does. *Looks back at the road* How do you like that?

2 B Continued