Poly Track 6x -

She climbed into the passenger seat, smelling of ozone and wet wool. I killed my headlights. The poly track went dark.

Then I saw the figure.

Or a trap.

My hauler, Junker Jane , groaned as I eased her onto the polycarbonate ribs of the track. The wheels locked into the grooves with a familiar click-click-hiss . Automated navigation lights blinked to life along the edges, casting the cracked pavement in sickly amber. I lit a cigarette and let the autopilot take over for the first quarter-mile. poly track 6x