Savages

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Ben and Chon finish laying the spike strip across the dirt road, and then shovel a light layer of gravel across it.

Like everybody else, they watch Cops. (“Bad boys, bad boys, whachoo gonna do …”)

Then they go back to the work car, pulled off into an avocado field near Fallbrook.

“Guacamole?” Ben asks.

Yeah, okay, not funny.

The pregame nerves are starting to kick in. Chon’s jaws look like they’re tightened with an Allen wrench and Ben’s knee bobs up and down like a jackhammer with a bad jones.

Yeah, but he gets off on it.

Why they call it “high-jacking,” he thinks. He gets high jacking.

Ben hears car tires on the dirt road.

“Game,” Chon says.

They hear the tires pop, Chon pulls the work car onto the road, and they’re on them. Same drill (practice, practice, practice)—Chon on the driver, Ben on the rider.

And it goes like that.