A guy from Phoenix received a call from his friends who were in Las Vegas; they told him to join them in for a wild weekend; being in fear of planes, he decided to drive all the way to Vegas in his 1969 Vokswagen Classic Beetle, which was not very reliable, but he´d take it anytime over a plane, so instead of a 45 minute flight he opted for a 3 hour drive taking Interstate 17.
Being far enough from Phoenix, the engine of his VW commenced hesitating, making weird noises and after a few minutes what he had was a broken-down engine.
His cellphone had no signal, so what he did was to sit outside his VW by the side of the dusty road waiting for potential help to pass by.
After some minutes, he heard a powerful noise increasing its pitch in the distance...it was a McLaren F1 approaching the spot where he laid, at 210 mph.
The McLaren roared leaving a huge cloud of dust, but he saw the car suddenly stopping, the driver put it into reverse and stopped right by the side of the dead VW:
McLaren guy: "What´s up buddy?"
VW Guy: "Hmmm...watching the pretty desert...in a dead car"
ML: "Is any help coming?"
VW: "Not really...i got a cellphone with no signal.."
ML: "Where you going?"
VW: "VEgas..."
ML: "Driving that???"
VW: (Silence)
ML: "Look i am in the middle of a wild race across the dessert...against a Bugatti Veyron...i left him behind...so i think i can help you, let me tow you.."
VW: "Tow me? hmmm...ok".
The VW guy found a chain inside the trunk of his car, and used it to have the car towed away...
VW: "Look, my car can´t go that fast, so please go easy...and if there is any trouble i will signal you using the lights...that would mean we have to either slow down or stop ok?"
ML: "Ok, let´s go, hurry up!" -as he nervously watched through the rear view mirror-
Now the VW was back on the road, being towed by a McLaren F1...everything seemed to be going just fine, when the 1969 Classic Beetle guy commenced hearing another infernal type of sound increasing its pitch from the distance-like a Stuka screaming on its infernal dive he thought-...watching through his rear view mirror he saw a huge cloud of dust...the Bugatti Veyron catching up, approaching at an estimate of 230 Mph...
His nightmare came true..for also the guy towing him, noticed the Bugatti closing in fast at superb speed...the McLaren F1 guy stepped on the gas pedal...off they went...
For one moment the Bugatti passed them, but after a few seconds the McLaren was right by the side of his enemy.
The VW guy was in total terror on board his old machine, clenching his teeth, dust clogging his nosetrils, his hair flying wildly and making furious signals with the lights of his poor car that seemed to be on the verge of physical disintegration...to no avail...
Then at some point, a highway patrol officer was smoking a cigarette, with his car by the side of the road, he saw all three cars passing by lifting a huge cloud of dust, putting his cigarette away and also his Dunkin donut, his message to his station:
"Here highway patrol 2-2-3...i am pursuing two luxury cars, possibly a McLaren F1 and another powerful car both exceeding 230 mph and...i swear...i swear to God and Jesus Christ and the Virgin Mary...that an old VW Classic Beetle is right behind them signaling them with its lights to get out of the way!!!"