The long hair hippy turns the curve and pushes the gas to the floor. He is angry at himself for losing, but is determined to escape. "That old gray haired bastard aint gonna take my wheels." he reasures himself. After what seems a few miles the hippy looks in his rear view mirror and sees no sign of Van Cleef or his car. "Ha ha, lost him." The hippy takes out a fresh cig from the pack laying on his passanger seat, lights it and takes a long drag. He cruises around the town for a little while and then decides to stop at the local coffee shop for some much needed caffine. On the wat to the coffee house he gets caught at a red light. While sitting at the red light he turns on his radio to calm his nerves, he can't seem to shake the image of the old man sitting in his car, "those eyes" he mumbles under his breathe, "can't get those damn eyes out of my head." The light turns green and he begins to move with the rest of the traffic. The radio annoucer chimes in, "here's a little blast from the past for all you hip cats and groovy mama's out their in radio land." The intro chords to the beatles song Run for your life begin to play, the hippy turns the radio up a little. He feels comfortable now, all he can think of now is a tall cup of joe. He pulls up to the coffee house and just as he is about to turn in the chorus of the song kicks in, "you better run for your life if you can little girl, hide your head in the sand little girl, catch you with another man, that's the end, little girl" the hippy slams on the brakes. He is frozen, speachless, the cig in his mouth begins to hang then falls as the hippie's jaw drops. Sitting in front of the coffee house, leaning on his mustang and sipping on a tall cup of coffee is Lee Van Cleef. Van Cleef stares at the long hair, he lifts his drink in the air and gives a little smirk. The hippy almost shits himself, he just stares at Lee, "how did he....". The long hair doesn't even finish his sentence, he peels out as fast as he can. "How did that old man find me!" The hippy tries to reason how this old man could have known where to find him, the more the long hair tries to think the more his pot soaked brain hurts. He burns through two red lights in a row before quickly turning down an alley way. He stops at the end of the alley way and turns his car off. He sits in silence, all that can be heard is his breathing witch builds heavier and heavier as he stares into his rear view mirror. The long hair wipes the sweat from his face, and continues to stare at the mirror. No one is following. He sighs in relief, "must have just been a coincidence, no way that old man knew where i was going." The hippy takes a moment to collect himself then starts the car back up. He continues down the alley way toward the exit, he's moving slowly at first, he glances up at the rear view mirror and catches a glimpse of a black streak passing the entrance to the alley way. "couldn't be" he says to himself. His car starts to emerge from the alley way, the hippy looks to his left to make sure no traffic is coming. He once again is shocked to see Van Cleef and his mustang sitting at the red light to his left. Van Cleef honks his horn and revs his engine. The long hair freaks and slams the gas pedal to the floor. His tires spin as he peels out leaving two large black marks and a cloud of smoke behind. The hippy drives faster than he ever has in his life. He blows through stop signs and red lights, he turns down one lane roads, he cuts through traffic without a hesitation. A few hours pass, the long hair has drove all over town determined to not see Lee again. "Looks like that old man is gone for good, I knew I'd give him the slip." the long hair confidently reasures himself. He begins his journey home. About thirty minutes pass. The hippy turns into the worst part of town, it's pretty much a ghetto. Most houses are ratty ass looking duplexes, but a few are single houses with small garages attached. The long hair pulls to the end of the road, its a dead end. He pulls up to the last house on the left and parks on the street next to the house. He begins to walk up to the front door when he hears a noise comming from his garage, he has had problems with dogs from the neighborhood getting into his garage and messing with the pot plants he's trying to grow. "Damn dogs, better not messed with my shit!" He picks up a long stick laying in the front yard and approaches the garage door. He bends down and grabs the door handle and pulls the door up. He raises the stick in the air to hit the dogs with but their are no dogs, only headlights. A black mustang cobra peels out of the garage, the hippy doesn't have enough time to get away, the car zooms toward him and suddenly the long haired hippy finds himself on the hood of Van Cleef's car. The long hair holds on to the hood for dear life, he looks back at Van Cleef who sits behind the wheel smilin'. "Your fucking crazy old man!" the hippy screams. "Just figured you might want to see how a real man drives." Van Cleef replies. Van Cleef procceds to take the hippy on a white knuckle journey down roadways, alley ways, everywhere his car can travel. After what seems to the long hair as hours, Van Cleef turns back down the road leading the the hippies house. Just before reaching the house Van Cleef jerks the car a little the hippy slides down the hood. He can hardly hold on. Suddenly his long greasy hair gets sucked into the intake of the engine. Van Cleef sees this happen and slams on his brakes. The hippy goes flying, his hair rips, and he goes skidding into his frontyard. Van Cleef pulls his car up to the curb and rolls his window down. He takes a long drag off of a cigar, and flicks the ashes in the direction of the now short haired hippy. The hippy begins to vomit, his head is spinnig from everything that has happened. Van Cleef smiles, "Thought you might need a hair cut, It'll help you get a job, seeing as your gonna need to buy yourself a new set of wheels." The hippy falls back and passes out on his lawn. The next morning he wakes to find his car gone.