It was a beater, no doubt. It had taken some hits. Sported a few bullet holes. Steering wheel? Pfft! Who needs it? "Gentleman Function"? Oh please, just sit on the OTHER spring.
Folks called it The Ghost Car and its leaps left every other car on the road... well, on the road.
A high pitched hum and a slight crackle pierced the air.
Atmospheric pressure built... a quick ripping sound and... ZIP! Gone.
The Ghost Car Taxi of Interdimensional Travel (GCTIT) had a fare to make.
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