[ WP ] The year is 2057 , Human driven cars have been outlawed in favor of safer driverless `` autos ''

My uncle has a country place that no one knows about. He says it used to be a farm before the Motor Law, and on Sundays I elude the eyes and hop the turbine freight to far outside the Wire where my white-haired uncle waits. 
 
 I jump to the ground as the Turbo slows to cross the borderline. I run like the wind as excitement shivers up and down my spine. Down in his barn, my uncle preserved for me an old machine for fifty-odd years. To keep it as new has been his dearest dream. 
 
 I strip away the old debris that hides a shining car; a brilliant red Barchetta from a better, vanished time. 
 I fire up the willing engine; responding with a roar, tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime. 
 
 Wind in my hair! Shifting and drifting, mechanical music, adrenaline surge... Well-weathered leather, hot metal and oil, the scented country air! Sunlight on chrome, the blur of the landscape, every nerve aware. 
 
 Suddenly, ahead of me, across the mountainside, a gleaming alloy air-car shoots towards me, two lanes wide. I spin around with shrieking tires to run the deadly race. I go screaming through the valley as another joins the chase. 
 
 I drive like the wind, straining the limits of machine and man! Laughing out loud with fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan. At the one-lane bridge, I leave the giants stranded at the riverside. I race back to the farm to dream with my uncle at the fireside.
