You aren't going to park near all those cops with all this blood on the car! You drive past the gas station. Only a second later, you hear the sound of multiple police sirens. They must have seen the blood!
The cops easily run you off onto the side of the road and corral you in your Jeep. As they drag you out roughly and cuff your hands behind your back, you cry out in your mind for the old man.
I told you to pull over at the gas station, you little idiot! echoes back the old man's voice. You're in a narrative branch I can't reach now, you stupid prick! His voice is beginning to fade away. The last thing you hear is he calls you an impotent peckerhead.
By now, the cops have decided that no one's watching and decide to engage in a little harmless brutality on you, just for laughs. When they've had their jollies in more ways than one, they drag you to the station, beat you up some more and toss you into the jaws of the Federal prison system.
Outside the walls of your cell, as far as you can tell, the world goes completely down the shitter.