It is dark and very rainy as you leave Dallas. As you reach the crest of a hill, you see headlights on botb sides of the road ahead. Aknot of fear tightens in your stomach. Ambush! Your radio, set on the open hailing channel, crackles to life.

"Lookee here," drawls a voice. "Seems we got us somebody that don't know this is Desert Wolf territory. Tell you what - you can pull over and surrender your car, or you can die. Your choice."

You tighten your grip on the wheel. The road looks clear at the moment, but some of the cycles - you see five in all - are starting to roll onto the highway.

You've taken gangs like this before, but it's never easy. If you slow down and stop, tum to 189. If you maintain speed, turn to 375. If you speed up and head for the gap between the cycles, turn to 306.