Highway Star

I stood there motionless and numb, watching the blood flow from her face and into her blonde hair as his car made another pass. I ran and dodged through the cars and timed my gait to the tight turn of the beat-up dodge as it chugged, kicking up dust and lumbered along the dirt parking lot. I could see through the soiled fog--the driver's window down, and with three long strides I leapt off the dry gravel ground, flying through the air head-first and through the driver's side window as Deep Purple's Highway Star rang into my ears. The shock on the goon's face was hilarious and priceless as I delivered a thrash metal head butt, the car smashing and sliding to a stop as Ian Gillian screamed.