Typical car chase in San Franciscolt is typical. Pierce, and Bob were crossing the Golden Neigh Bridge.

Pierce: *Sees Bob behind him in the Oldsmobile*
Bob: *Passing a tanker, and a mail van*
Pierce: *A light bulb appears over him as he comes up with an idea* Where did this come from? *Takes the light bulb, and throws it at a car*
Mare: *In a Buick, freaking out as the bulb hits the front of her car. She swerves, and crashes into a truck*
Stallion: *Flips the truck over*
Bob: *Stops, inches from the truck*
Pierce: That'll take a long time to clean up. *Over the Golden Neigh Bridge*

Meanwhile in Stockton

Karl: *Looks at the towels that tie him to the bed. He breaks loose without a struggle* Too easy. I guess whoever tied me up has never heard of a rope. *Leaving the hotel* They were also lucky that I was asleep, not being able to see them. *Gets in his car* I gotta stop talking. *Starts the car* What am I, a narrator? *Drives away*

5 miles up ahead was Tom, and the mare.

Tom: You wanna take Interstate 5, or highway 99?
Mare: I thought it was 66.
Tom: What? Oh, I see where you're going with this. If we flipped those numbers around, we'd be on route 66.

Bob was still stuck on the bridge. He abandoned the Oldsmobile, and walked off the bridge. He was hoping to find another road heading to the highway since it was being blocked off.

Bob: I better find another car soon. *Takes off his tie, and puts it in one of his pockets* This heat is killing me.
Hobo: But it's only 50 degrees.
Bob: I'm used to cold climates. Which doesn't make sense since I live in Los Angeles. *Sees cars coming onto the highway ahead of him* Here we go. Somewhere, I'm going to find another car.

2 B Continued