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FREEWAY GAMES FREEWAY GAMES by Orson Scott Card Except for Donner Pass, everything on the road between San Francisco and Salt Lake City was boring. Stanley had driven the road a dozen deadly times until he was sure he knew Nevada by heart: an endless road winding among hills covered with sagebrush. “When God got through making scenery,” Stanley often said, “there was a lot of land left over in Nevada, and God said, ‘Aw, to hell with it,’ and that’s where Nevada’s been ever since.” Today Stanley was relaxed, there was no rush for him to get back to Salt Lake, and so, to ease the boredom, he began playing freeway games. He played Blue Angels first. On the upslope of the Sierra Nevadas he found two cars riding side by side at fifty miles an hour. He pulled his Datsun 260Z into formation beside them. At fifty miles an hour they cruised along, blocking all the lanes of the freeway. Traffic began piling up behind them. The game was successful – the other two drivers got into the spirit of the thing. When the middle car drifted forward, Stanley eased back to stay even with the driver on the right, so that they drove down the freeway in an arrowhead formation. They made diagonals, funnels; danced around each other for half an hour; and whenever file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruisw...paar/Orson%20Scott%20Card%20-%20Freeway%20Games.html (1 of 18)23-2-2006 17:08:00 FREEWAY GAMES one of them pulled slightly ahead, the frantically angry drivers behind them jockeyed behind the leading car. Finally, Stanley tired of the game, despite the fun of the honks and flashing lights behind them. He honked twice, and waved