On the Road
Patrol.
There were times Wheeljack hated it and times he rather enjoyed it. That day he was enjoying himself on the roads. For once he'd slept through the night and was relatively well rested. He was sure his rather chipper greetings that morning had turned more than a few helms, but the Lancia had pointedly ignored the looks. He was allowed to have good days where he was somewhat more friendly than normal. Hell, he'd even given Chuckles a rather neutral greeting instead of the snubs he had been handing out.
Traffic was nearly nonexistent as well. He had the road to himself and he took advantage of it. His speed had yet to drop below 100 in the last hour. The circular route had been memorized the first time he'd taken it. There were various other routes he sometimes he took, but the interstate through the canyon and the winding back roads that led back around were his favorite. He could push his speed on the highway and then test his skills on the back roads.
Even the weather was perfect. It was as if the universe had decided to go easy on him for once. He was sure, however, that it would not last long. It never did and for every good day they had, several bad ones seemed forever in waiting.
Whatever.
He'd enjoy his drive for now.
