makes them want to pull over and let the Deliverator overtake them in his black chariot of fire prompts

10 days ago

The Deliverator is a Type A driver with rabies. He is zeroing in on his home base, CosaNostra #3569, cranking up the left lane of CSV-5 at a hundred and twenty miles an hour. His car is an invisible black lozenge, just a dark place that reflects the tunnel of franchise signs - the loglo. A row of orange lights burbles and churns across the front, where the grille would be if this were an air-breathing car. The orange light looks like a gasoline fire. It comes in through people’s rear windows, bounces off their rearview mirrors, projects a fiery mask across their eyes, reaches into their subconscious, and unearths terrible fears of being pinned, fully conscious, under a detonating gas tank, makes them want to pull over and let the Deliverator overtake them in his black chariot of fire.

10 days ago

The Deliverator is a Type A driver with rabies. He is zeroing in on his home base, CosaNostra #3569, cranking up the left lane of CSV-5 at a hundred and twenty miles an hour. His car is an invisible black lozenge, just a dark place that reflects the tunnel of franchise signs - the loglo. A row of orange lights burbles and churns across the front, where the grille would be if this were an air-breathing car. The orange light looks like a gasoline fire. It comes in through people’s rear windows, bounces off their rearview mirrors, projects a fiery mask across their eyes, reaches into their subconscious, and unearths terrible fears of being pinned, fully conscious, under a detonating gas tank, makes them want to pull over and let the Deliverator overtake them in his black chariot of fire.