Somewhere a good way east of Blind River a beat-up old red pickup truck careens down the road, narrowly avoiding collision with an oncoming 18-wheeler...

"HEY! Watch it, ya fliphead!" yells the disheveled hoser at the wheel of the pickup truck. He has an open beer in his right hand, and several empties are rolling around on the floor.

The 16-wheeler comes within a hair of losing control as the cursing driver wrestles with the wheel, and gapes at the hoser's pickup truck which is rapidly vanishing in the distance. The enraged trucker gets on his CB right away and reports a drunk driver going east...

A few miles away Officer Dennis Crayne and Officer Jennifer Dana are cruising along. Officer Crayne is a new recruit, and Officer Dana, reassigned to the Sudbury west area, is showing him around and acquainting him with what he may expect to run into. They receive a report regarding the hoser in the eastbound pickup.

"Let's go," says Officer Dana.

"Awright!" says Officer Crayne. "Can I put the siren on?"

"Not yet," says Officer Dana. "Wait till we have visual contact."

"Stupid flippin' truckers," grumbles Shane. "They think they own the whole flippin' road! That fliphead could've kilt me!" He realizes that he is down to nothing but fumes on the last beer, and tosses the bottle out the window. It is hard to drive if you get too many empties rolling around by yer feet, eh?

A couple more miles whiz by. Shane has almost forgotten about the truck when he comes over the crest of a hill and sees....

"COPS!!!"

Yup. It's officers Dana and Crayne. Their lights and siren go on as Shane yells, "FLIP ME!!!" He floors it, and flashes by the cruiser as Officer Crayne's mouth drops open.

In the split second that Shane passes the cruiser he recognizes the face in the passenger seat beside Officer Crayne...the beautiful face that has haunted him for years...cool blue eyes, sculptured cheekbones, perfect jawline...

"HOLY SHIT!" screams Shane in horror..."That was Officer Dana! I am flipped if she finds out it was me behind the wheel! Flipped like yesterday's roadkill! Deader than a fippin' skunk on a hot griddle! She CAN'T find out it was me! Omigod! Omigod! Go, your flippin' truck! Go!"

The pursuit begins...