While driving along the Mills-Berry River, your precious car-boat jalopy suddenly stalls out. The motor just starts sputtering something fierce, fogging and spitting, and then pop, nothing. Just a dead stop in the water.
No troubles, tho. You pull out your emergency paddles and row yourself over to the shore with ease. Nothing can get you down. Not even a bad day for this to happen; at least it ain't raining!
Your tools in hand, you pop the hood, and... dog dang, what a stink! Oh, shit! It looks like someone burnt their breakfast: there is a catfish stuck in the block. Fortunately, you have a spatula in the toolbox to just scrape out the mutated remains. Too unpalatable to salvage for eating. What a waste. Sorry, fish!
Motor will need a part replacement to get running on water again, so now it is back to the regular roads. The car-boat jalopy rumbles on down the highway, making good time, all alone out here in the high desert. Chug-a-chug-a-chug.
Alas, you do not remain alone for long: a patrol cop tries to pull you over! The sirens roar as soon as he hits the bridge and sees you coming!
Fuck that, this car-boat isn't stopping for the law. It was designed to evade the law! You just keep on going! The asshole takes a couple of shots out his window, bullets whizzing in all directions, but none of them even come close to scratching your paint. You laugh, feeling the rush, just keeping on the straight way without even a swerve.
The cop soon gives up pursuit, perhaps out of boredom. Just another game to the highway patrol.
But you made it. Here you are.