Hmmm. How to get around this silo?
The Dark SideTM is messin' with us, my friends, messin' with us.
Today they managed, through their deviousness, to keep our hero Crowbar far from the downtown core for at least 3 hours. From 12:30 pm to 3:30 pm they conspired to have the leader of the Resistance Force driving around in circles aimlessly through back country roads and cutting across fields. Fortunately they were unable to jam up her sophisticated radio equipment, so she had loud music throughout the sortie, but they were at least successful in screwing up the GPS enough to have her guessing as to which county she was in.
You see, Crowbar sometimes needs - as a function of her work - to hit the highway at high speeds, heading in no particular direction, with a loud and aggressive accompanying soundtrack. Particularly on sunny days. Particularly after leaving jail. Today was a slight exception, as she was not technically supposed to be on any missions, and was thus freed up to chart her own course after a brief morning jail run. With a light heart and loud speakers she landed on the highway heading east. A few hours into it, it seemed a prudent time to hit an off-ramp, circle around over the highway and pick up the westbound lane to take her back to Headquarters and her waiting responsibilities.
This is where the true devilish nature of the Dark SideTM kicked in. Crowbar exited, crossed the bridge over the highway and discovered....the westbound on-ramp was closed. As was the eastbound on-ramp which would have allowed her to get back on the highway and continue eastward to the next exit, perchance to pick up a westbound there. Nope, this was the true definition of "you can't get there from here".
Well, there was nothing for it but to keep going, deep into farm country and points unknown. It's not easy to phase Crowbar, and she has an instinctively strong sense of direction, so she was not too put out by this little detour. Instead she bombed down some back roads, picked up some side concessions that appeared to be going in the right direction and generally pointed herself west. After about 50 kms on this track, she doubled back in search of the ever-elusive highway once more. Which she found. Only to discover that, while there was a bridge that would take her over it, there was once again no on-ramp that would lead her ON to it.
Curiouser and curiouser, she thought, as she did a U-turn in some farmers front yard, cast a longing glance at her unreachable highway, and headed back into the endless green fields.
Further down the country roads she went, marking territory mile by mile as she zigged, zagged and diagonaled her way into a tiny little industrial town where the locals stared at her car and muttered. Following those razor-sharp instincts once again, she finally worked her way back to the highway, now some 70 clicks west of where she originally exited and - ta da! - found an on-ramp.
Once back on the highway she pondered this interesting little turn of events. This was clearly a Dark SideTM plot, but to what end? Why did she need to be kept away from Headquarters for such an extended period of time? She examined our Nerve Center with a critical and cautious eye when she arrived back, looking for signs of infiltration and recording equipment. The Command Centre appears to be clean and no major events seem to have happened in the city while our fearless leader spun around in circles in points eastward, so we can only ruminate on what the possible purpose of our country run-around was. Oh, but there was one, of that we're sure. Never underestimate The Dark SideTM. There's always some kind of trickery afoot, even if you can't tell what it is. Crowbar knows this, and this is why she (like the Boy Scouts) lives by "Be Prepared".
Today they managed, through their deviousness, to keep our hero Crowbar far from the downtown core for at least 3 hours. From 12:30 pm to 3:30 pm they conspired to have the leader of the Resistance Force driving around in circles aimlessly through back country roads and cutting across fields. Fortunately they were unable to jam up her sophisticated radio equipment, so she had loud music throughout the sortie, but they were at least successful in screwing up the GPS enough to have her guessing as to which county she was in.
You see, Crowbar sometimes needs - as a function of her work - to hit the highway at high speeds, heading in no particular direction, with a loud and aggressive accompanying soundtrack. Particularly on sunny days. Particularly after leaving jail. Today was a slight exception, as she was not technically supposed to be on any missions, and was thus freed up to chart her own course after a brief morning jail run. With a light heart and loud speakers she landed on the highway heading east. A few hours into it, it seemed a prudent time to hit an off-ramp, circle around over the highway and pick up the westbound lane to take her back to Headquarters and her waiting responsibilities.
This is where the true devilish nature of the Dark SideTM kicked in. Crowbar exited, crossed the bridge over the highway and discovered....the westbound on-ramp was closed. As was the eastbound on-ramp which would have allowed her to get back on the highway and continue eastward to the next exit, perchance to pick up a westbound there. Nope, this was the true definition of "you can't get there from here".
Well, there was nothing for it but to keep going, deep into farm country and points unknown. It's not easy to phase Crowbar, and she has an instinctively strong sense of direction, so she was not too put out by this little detour. Instead she bombed down some back roads, picked up some side concessions that appeared to be going in the right direction and generally pointed herself west. After about 50 kms on this track, she doubled back in search of the ever-elusive highway once more. Which she found. Only to discover that, while there was a bridge that would take her over it, there was once again no on-ramp that would lead her ON to it.
Curiouser and curiouser, she thought, as she did a U-turn in some farmers front yard, cast a longing glance at her unreachable highway, and headed back into the endless green fields.
Further down the country roads she went, marking territory mile by mile as she zigged, zagged and diagonaled her way into a tiny little industrial town where the locals stared at her car and muttered. Following those razor-sharp instincts once again, she finally worked her way back to the highway, now some 70 clicks west of where she originally exited and - ta da! - found an on-ramp.
Once back on the highway she pondered this interesting little turn of events. This was clearly a Dark SideTM plot, but to what end? Why did she need to be kept away from Headquarters for such an extended period of time? She examined our Nerve Center with a critical and cautious eye when she arrived back, looking for signs of infiltration and recording equipment. The Command Centre appears to be clean and no major events seem to have happened in the city while our fearless leader spun around in circles in points eastward, so we can only ruminate on what the possible purpose of our country run-around was. Oh, but there was one, of that we're sure. Never underestimate The Dark SideTM. There's always some kind of trickery afoot, even if you can't tell what it is. Crowbar knows this, and this is why she (like the Boy Scouts) lives by "Be Prepared".
posted by Crowbar at 11:00 p.m.
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