As they cruised there was a broadcast that a posse of over 1000 members had organized to track a missing heiress. Just then the car dropped into a dip and was temporarily airborne. The super cooled water vapor in the dip was torn by the streamlined turbulence then as it warmed from the energy of passage it began to form droplets. Thirty seconds later the posse forward edge hit the fog bank and began to runoff the road and crash into one another as some slowed and some sped up some turned and others went straight. The scream of ripping metal and squeal of brakes and rubber on concrete was mixed with the pall of smoke and fire that began to consume the wrecked bodies in the junk. Dale looked at the monitor and asked the driver a question. He leaned forward and wrote something on the keypad of his cell phone. Then the image on the monitor began to dissolve. Soon the fog was gone and the evidence of the crash was gone. Here! Dale yelled. The driver saw only a break in some barbed wire fence. The powerful carbon-carbon multiplate rotors slowed the car from 225 to les than 85 in a surge that al most made the airbags deploy. Then the driver was judging the rollover. He let the car skid a bit knowing there would be no forgiveness from the Whump! A spear of a diagonal brace struck the car and they were past. Now the road was only a lane and they bottomed and bounced at 10mph. Up on the freeway it was quiet. Thanks for that erase of the digital. Dale patted the driver on the shoulder. We almost Volkswagonned em! At the farm house there was a Bell-Augusta 609 waiting. In the farm house were the ladies to become surrogates.