04-16-2016, 08:39 AM
Hmmm... Thunder Doughnut.... Thunderdome... Now my mind wanders to Mad Max driving one of the last V8 Interceptors down the road from nowhere to nowhere in the desolate wasteland of a post-apocalyptic world. Swarming in quickly is a gang of punk desert marauders like angry ants, mad for the smell of gasoline.
Just as the chain-swinging petrol pirates are about to ensnare him, Max hits the supercharger and accelerates quickly towards Thunder Doughnut. The V8 Interceptor fishtails only slightly but spins around the concrete creation and is ejected out into the sunset. The marauders on the other hand, confused by this traffic relic from a near-ancient time collide with one another, their desert buggies spinning out control before finally cartwheeling into a gigantic fireball.
Max observes all of this in the rear-view mirror before shutting off the super charger and viewing the rusted, bullet-ridden sign ahead of him: Kalapana 8 Miles.
Just as the chain-swinging petrol pirates are about to ensnare him, Max hits the supercharger and accelerates quickly towards Thunder Doughnut. The V8 Interceptor fishtails only slightly but spins around the concrete creation and is ejected out into the sunset. The marauders on the other hand, confused by this traffic relic from a near-ancient time collide with one another, their desert buggies spinning out control before finally cartwheeling into a gigantic fireball.
Max observes all of this in the rear-view mirror before shutting off the super charger and viewing the rusted, bullet-ridden sign ahead of him: Kalapana 8 Miles.