A black car raced down the lonely desert highway towards the mountains, towards the setting sun, towards home. The sky was lit up like it was on fire, flames licking the tops of the grand peaks. Still the car raced ignoring the wonders. The lone occupant yawned. He was tired and could not wait to get home. Home, funny he never thought of it as home before. Now it was home as no other place in his life had been. Not only that, but his co workers were more than just friends they were his family. Yawning again a voice from the car's dashboard broke his silent introspective.

"Mike if you are tired I could drive the rest of the way home." The voice although synthetic still conveyed an air of concern.

"That's alright KITT." Mike said. "I guess I was just day dreaming a bit." Sitting up a little straighter Mike's expression turned reflective. "How about you, you haven't said much since the completion of the mission."

"As you know Mike I do not get tired." KITT said too quickly for Mike's tastes.

"You know that is not what I meant. You've been unusually quiet tonight. What is on your mind?" Mike pondered the fact that he was having a conversation with his car. It was only three years ago that he met the A.I.. While he was uneasy with the talking car at first, he was now concerned about its feelings.

The blue light on the dashboard pulsated a little indicating that the A.I. was in thought. Finally after a minute he spoke. Sounding as if he was scared of the others reaction to what he was about to say. "Do you think I am out dated?"

Mike Knight looked at the glowing blue orb in confusion. "Out dated, in what way? As far as I know there is no other computer system or A.I. as advanced as you." Mike fell into silence as he contemplated his own words. Three years was a long time for computers, but other than KARR he had never seen an A.I. like KITT. Add the capabilities of the frame in which KITT was housed was truly astounding as well. "No KITT you are defiantly not out dated."

"Then could you explain why the carjacking ring we just busted up were not interested in stealing me? The only logical reason I could come up with is as a car I am old." There was almost a ting of wining in the computerized voice.

Mike laughed. "Is that what this is all about? KITT there is a difference between an old car and a classic and you my friend are a classic. It also goes to show what little taste those carjackers had. But if it would make you feel any better we could stop and get you some mud flaps and a big wing spoiler."

"If you do I will tell Sarah on you and never speak to you again." KITT said indignantly. "Mud flaps indeed." Mike laughed even harder and turned his attention back to the lonely road ahead. "Mike there is a vehicle coming the other way at a very high rate of speed. It will be passing us in thirty seconds. I estimate its speed to be in excess of one hundred sixty mph."

Mike looked at their own speedometer and shook his head. "I think as we are doing no better and are off duty we have no room to complain." As he finished his sentence a white and pink motorcycle blasted past them. Its rider was wearing a white and pink leather riding suit. A long red pony tail flowed from beneath the rider's helmet. "Wow she sure was moving. Did you get a picture?"

"No there was some kind of interference. Should we go after her?"

Mike looked at the distant dot that was the motorcycle. Holding back a yawn he shook his head. "No let's just get home. I am bushed and you need a maintenance scan. We will look into our mysterious rider another time."

"As you wish Mike." The black car replied, as it continued to race towards the mountains, towards the setting sun and home.