"Hey I can maybe find a guy who can fix that for you.." Axl said, still not quite able to stop cackling. His mirth didn't last forever, especially when they started slaloming all over the road.

He had just enough time to duck back inside when the truck scraped against another cargo vehicle, sparks pouring into the cab and scorching the seats.

"Right right. Steer in a straight line, willya?" Axl said, not arguing. It wasn't hard to figure out the controls, and after a few seconds spent actually looking at the alt fire settings Axl leaned out the window again, lining up his shot.

Well... you weren't Maverick if the guys were trying to kill you first.