I was in the city, and 3 different gangs tried to rob me. I finally had enough of it, and gave chase as the last group sped away. I grabbed an old scooter. The kind you step on and push. Unfortunately, it was a floor model that was somehow motorized and had some sort of autopilot. I sped after them up this giant mile long incline, as a storm rolled in. The speed was more than I was expecting, and I quickly started to gain on them.
At the top of the incline was a giant U shaped tunnel. So basically, it went nowhere. You just turned around and headed down the incline. They zoomed in and out as I entered the tunnel and followed the turn back out. My hand slipped, and suddenly the scooter did something else. Apparently, it could remember the settings of the previous user. I exited the tiny tunnel at immense speed, as the autopilot kicked in and I lost all control. It zoomed downward at over 100 miles an hour as I hunkered down and held onto the tiny handlebar.
At that precise moment, the wind blew everything off of me except my boxer shorts and my boots, as the previous rider's channel kicked in and mariachi music began to play. So down I flew at mach 3, in my underwear and boots as mariachi music blared from the tiny wheeled platform with a mind of its own. Struggling to see, cheeks clenched, looking ridiculous and screaming "holy shiiiiiiiiiit!!!" the whole way.
