A complete lack of respect for the law
Robin saw his life flash before his eyes at high speed as Faith span the car round, narrowly avoiding the two Texas State Police cruisers that had been chasing them for almost an hour. His girlfriend howled with laughter as she pressed down hard on the accelerator, sending the car flying forward, pushing them both back into their seats.
"This is not what I envisaged when you invited me to go meet your parents!" He yelled above the roar of the highly tuned engine, "And I somehow doubt that your father would have given you this car if he knew how you were going to drive it."
"Are you kidding?" Faith asked, "Who do you think taught me to drive when I was still too short to see over the steering wheel?"
"I thought you said he just got out of prison?"
"Yeah: he just ended a ten-stretch in San Quentin for illegal transport of cargo across State lines, transporting live cargo without a permit, reckless endangerment, dangerous driving, speeding, resisting arrest, causing an affray, destruction of private property, destruction of State and Federal property, driving under the influence of alcohol and Grand Theft Elephant. But that last one was dropped due to lack of evidence."
"He got ten years for that? I would have thought he'd have gotten longer."
"The FBI put in a good word for him after he testified about some crooked businessmen. When he got out, my mom said she'd only take him back if he never drove again. He agreed, if she'd give up drinking. So, she moved back down here, and I got his old Trans-Am."
"Ah, breaker one-nine, breaker one-nine." A heavily accented voice came over the CB radio, cutting off Robin's reply, "This is Smoky-Bear calling my old friend in the Black Trans-Am, come on back."
"Son-of-a..." Faith grabbed the CB and smiled, "Now that can't be who I think that is: my daddy told him he upped and retired years ago."
"This is Sheriff Buford T. Justice." The voice replied, "And if your daddy was the Bandit, then I'm going to nail your hide to the wall, just like I did his!"
"Come on now Sheriff; we both know you never caught my daddy, and you're not going to catch me."
"We'll see about that! Attention all State, County and Federal agencies: this is Sheriff Buford T. Justice, and I am in hot pursuit!"
"Yea-Haw!" Faith grinned as she put the radio down, "Now this is what I'm talkin' about!"
"You're crazy; you do know that, don't you?" Robin looked at her, "And I mean in the literal sense of the word."
"Just go with it." The brunet Slayer smiled as she picked up the CB radio again, "Breaker one-nine, breaker one-nine, this is Little Bandit headed north on Rout 59 just outside of Victoria: I have a Bear at my back door, come on back."
"Ten-Four there, Little Bandit." A new voice came back over the airwaves, "This is Spider Mike, about a mile up the road from you. I have your front-door and the rocking chair is wide open, so come on in!"
"Much obliged, Spider Mike. Little Bandit, out." Faith grinned as she grabbed a worn Stetson from the back seat and put it on, "Damn, this is going to be fun..."