Here we go again - our two heroes in a traffic jam.
"Argh, I hate traffic, Kitt," Michael exclaims, frustrated - and currently lightly gripping Kitt's steering yoke.
The car is patient, "I know, Michael, you've said the same thing - over and over again for the past twenty minutes."
Michael glares at Kitt's voice modulator, "Thanks a LOT, buddy." He's now thumping his thumbs on the steering yoke. "Come on, pal. Scan the area - are there any exits nearby?"
After a few moments, "I'm sorry, Michael, the nearest exit is four miles ahead." Kitt is calm despite the agitation shown by his friend. He's seen this behavior all too often.
"Wonderful, alright if we're going to be in traffic. Might as well have a little music on to pass the time." Michael starts fiddling with the radio button.
If Kitt could shrug, he would, "Another selection of bad rock 'n' roll?"
Michael is not amused, "What do you mean bad? Rock is the best music."
Kitt turns on his monitor, "These lyrics suggest otherwise." Some of the lyrics on the monitor belong to Michael's favorite songs.
"You have no taste in music, Kitt," Michael complains.
Kitt turns off the monitor and responds, "Michael, if I had ears, you would have murdered them by now - I'm uncertain if my audio circuits will survive."
Banter like this is familiar with the pair - They have been best friends for many years.
Instead, Michael returns to grumbling - ready to grab the newspaper on Kitt's passenger seat when the pair notices a rider on a black motorcycle, lane splitting along the highway - it's against the law - but people tend to ignore this law the most. The rider reaches Kitt's right-hand side and decides to do some vandalism along the way or try to. The intent was to knock off Kitt's wing mirror. Instead, the rider hit the mirror with his left hand and promptly fell off his bike. Luckily for him, it wasn't at a high rate of speed. The rider didn't appear to be hurt.
"Some people." Kitt is annoyed.
"I know, I know, I know. Scan the rider's vitals, please, pal." Michael glances at the rider.
Kitt complies despite his annoyance, "No injuries - I believe only his pride is hurt."
The rider promptly picks up his bike, glares at the black car, and continues.
It's another day for the pair on a crowded highway.
"Michael, what on earth are these men doing?" Kitt observed two men fighting, hitting each other with their fists. They're on the road near their cars, slightly ahead of the lane Kitt is in. He has a front-row seat to this nonsense.
By now, Michael is reading the paper. He looks up, "Hmm, buddy. Looks like road rage."
Kitt overhears the argument with his audio sensors, "You hit my fender first, you-" By now, the car is alarmed, "Shouldn't we call the police?"
Michael looks unconcerned, "Naw, Kitt. They'll settle things amongst themselves in a couple of minutes. These types of fights don't tend to last long."
Kitt is not so sure. If anything, it looks like things have gotten worse. By now, there are several more honks from other vehicles on the road, their drivers expressing their displeasure at the antics of the two combatants. The road ahead is starting to clear, but nobody can move. There's more honking.
Michael is starting to get annoyed himself. Between the noise of the honks and his now headache, he's in no mood to stick around to watch. He wants to head toward home. "Ok, pal, be right back. Keep your scanners peeled." He opens the driver's door, exits Kitt's cabin, and heads toward the men. "Enough already..." and promptly gets punched in his right eye by one of the men.
"Michael!" Kitt wants to roll forward, but the combatants are still blocking the road.
Michael has had enough. Instead of trying to break up the fight, he returns to Kitt.
After he's back in his seat, Kitt scans his friend. "Michael, are you alright? You're going to have one hell of a black eye."
Michael touches his eye area, "THAT'S IT! I HAD IT WITH THESE IDIOTS."
Kitt is silent. He knows not to speak when Michael is this pissed off.
Michael notices an opening to their right. "Kitt, I got an idea. Let's head over to the clearing over there," as he drives toward a grassy field.
"Michael?" Kitt is almost afraid to ask. When they had driven far enough toward the middle of the field - he turned the car around. "Michael! You're not going to do what, I think, you're going to do?" Kitt questions out loud.
Michael presses down on the accelerator, and their speed increases***
"You are!..." Kitt stops mid-sentence.
"TURBO BOOST!" Michael yells as he presses the TURBO BOOST button.
Kitt launches himself ten feet in the air while screaming "MICHAEL" and flies right over the two men, who had stopped fighting to grab each other by the shoulders. The men gawk at the car as it lands twenty feet in front of them, spinning slightly before streaking down the highway away from them at a very high rate of speed.
Michael is now smiling, "Works every time."
