Disclaimer: I far as I can tell Glen Larson owns everything Knight Rider. I
don't. But I do own Jessica. Just so you know.
The small midnight black Trans-Am cruised down the highway as though it owned the road itself. However Kitt didn't actually feel that way. He was exhausted from the continuous journey and both his axles ached from the hilly terrain.
On the other hand his partner, Michael Knight, was quite happy. All he had to do all day was sit back, relax and listen to music because Kitt was the only one who actually knew where they were going.
'Oh for crying out loud!' thought Kitt as they came to another junction, 'How far away is this place?' He did some quick map checks and turned right, heading towards another band of hills.
He wasn't actually sure why Devon wanted them to go so deep into the Nevada desert. There was a lot of sand and the occasional mountainous bit there and some cracked and ill used roads, most of which were little more than dirt tracks. With lots of potholes.
Kitt groaned as his front left rim smashed into a hole, banging one of the newly fitted perceptors.
'I wish I hadn't let Bonnie install these' the AI thought miserably. It was OK being able to feel the roads (when there were no potholes involved) but currently the perceptors were a bit too sensitive and if someone even put their hand on his roof, it was agony. And it hurt to drive for long periods of time, which was why his axles were throbbing.
The car sailed over the brow of a hill and slammed on the brakes. Kitt gave a sigh of relief and spoke quietly to Michael,
"I think we have reached our destination." The tall man glanced out the windscreen and nodded,
"OK, buddy. Let me take over and get a visual on this would you?" The Trans-Am coasted to a stop beside the big black super bike on the side of the road and Michael got out and walked over to its apparent owner who was sitting on a rock, typing on a laptop.
The small midnight black Trans-Am cruised down the highway as though it owned the road itself. However Kitt didn't actually feel that way. He was exhausted from the continuous journey and both his axles ached from the hilly terrain.
On the other hand his partner, Michael Knight, was quite happy. All he had to do all day was sit back, relax and listen to music because Kitt was the only one who actually knew where they were going.
'Oh for crying out loud!' thought Kitt as they came to another junction, 'How far away is this place?' He did some quick map checks and turned right, heading towards another band of hills.
He wasn't actually sure why Devon wanted them to go so deep into the Nevada desert. There was a lot of sand and the occasional mountainous bit there and some cracked and ill used roads, most of which were little more than dirt tracks. With lots of potholes.
Kitt groaned as his front left rim smashed into a hole, banging one of the newly fitted perceptors.
'I wish I hadn't let Bonnie install these' the AI thought miserably. It was OK being able to feel the roads (when there were no potholes involved) but currently the perceptors were a bit too sensitive and if someone even put their hand on his roof, it was agony. And it hurt to drive for long periods of time, which was why his axles were throbbing.
The car sailed over the brow of a hill and slammed on the brakes. Kitt gave a sigh of relief and spoke quietly to Michael,
"I think we have reached our destination." The tall man glanced out the windscreen and nodded,
"OK, buddy. Let me take over and get a visual on this would you?" The Trans-Am coasted to a stop beside the big black super bike on the side of the road and Michael got out and walked over to its apparent owner who was sitting on a rock, typing on a laptop.