Escape Man

I left my apartment, late at night, and quietly drove over to an unpaved street that does lead to the main highway. I figured that no one would see me or at least notice me. I was wrong.
I drove slowly down the unpaved road and then turned onto the paved main road. I eased my replicar up to the highway speed limit and tried to ease out of town and also out of trouble.
As I drive, I notice the sudden appearance of a pair of headlights, well behind me. The lights are moving from side to side, probably as the car fishtails onto the main highway. I adjust the turbo chargers’ boost to maximum and then ease my replicar up to about 125 miles per hour, trying to watch to see what happens. The lights in my rear view mirror follow right along, despite my speed increase . I up my speed to about 150 miles per hour and again watch to see what happens. The lights in my rear view mirror follow along at first, but then begin to drop back. (I can outrun the following car, but what then of the police?) It’s very cold, but the road was warmed during the day and I drive on clean, dry concrete. I decide to try a very nasty tactic that will work, only if the car behind me is trying to catch me. I ease off on my throttle and let the following car catch back up to me, a bit. I then begin to pull away. The car following me drops back a bit, as the driver is obviously running at full throttle. I then let the following car begin to catch up to me, a bit. I dare not let the car following me get too close to me, as the guys in the following car are probably armed. If I die, the legal judgment against my former company is no longer a problem. I decide not to die, instead I will send an anonymous message back to those who hired the would be murderers. I play mouse and cat with the car following me. I let the following car gain a bit and then I accelerate away a bit.
(I then come to a stretch of road that is shaded from the sun, in the afternoon. The main highway is clear, dry concrete, but a coming down hill stretch is going to be a bit icy. A careful man will just take it a bit easy. However, it’s now clear to me that the driver of the car following me wants to kill me. Killer boy has undoubtedly been promised a big payday, if he can kill me. Instead, I will let him risk his own life.)
As I approach the critical section of highway, I let the following car gain on me a bit, then I shut off my headlights and tail lights, after which I use the special switch that shuts off my brake lights. I let my replicar engine brake on compression and I use my brakes just a little. I crest the critical hill and devote my full attention to keeping my replicar on a straight line, down an icy hill. I have to make just tiny, tiny careful corrections to keep my car on a straight path, with no dangerous swerving. It isn’t a lot of fun, but it is my survival.
I then become dimly aware of screeching tires and then sounds of a major car crash on the road just behind me.
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“Billy, you goin’ way too fast for the hill coming up, if it’s icy.”
“The lights of the car I’m chasin’ just disappeared. He musta turned off. If he can do it, I can do it.”
“Just get me close enough to use my rifle and it’s all over.”
“I’m at the top of the hill and I don’t see him. Goin’ way too fast. I’m sliding, got to get the car back on track. Too much steering and we gonna roll over!”
“We heading over the edge of the hill! We gonna die!”
The car crashes through the guard rail and over the edge it goes.
On the way down, maybe a spark ignites the fuel and the car is a burning fire ball.