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SNOW CRASH
CHISELED SPAM
is what you will see in the mirror if you surf on a weak plank with
dumb, fixed wheels and interface with a muffler, retread, snow turd, oad
kill, driveshaft, railroad tie, or unconscious pedestrian.

If you think this is unlikely, you've been surfing too many ghost
malls. All of these obstacles and more were recently observed on a one-mile
stretch of the New Jersey Turnpike. Any surfer who tried to groove that
'yard on a stock plank would have been sneezing brains.

Don't listen to so-called purists who claim any obstacle can be jumped.
Professional Kouriers know: If you have pooned a vehicle moving fast enough
for fun and profit, your reaction time is cut to tenths of a second-even
less if you are way spooled.

Buy a set of RadiKS Mark II Smartwheels-it's cheaper than a total face
retread and a lot more fun. Smartwheels use sonar, laser rangefinding, and
millimeter-wave radar to identify mufflers and other debris before you even
get honed about them.

Don't get Midasized-upgrade today~


These were words of wisdom. Y.T. bought the wheels. Each one consists
of a hub with many stout spokes. Each spoke telescopes in five sections. On
the end is a squat foot, rubber tread on the bottom, swiveling on a ball
joint. As the wheels roll, the feet plant themselves one at a time, almost
glomming into one continuous tire. If you surf over a bump, the spokes
retract to pass over it. If you surf over a chuckhole, the robo-prongs plumb
its asphalty depths. Either way, the shock is thereby absorbed, no thuds,
smacks, vibrations, or clunks will make their way into the plank or the
Converse high-tops with which you tread it. The ad was right-you cannot be a
professional road surfer without srnartwheels.
Prompt delivery of the pizza will be a trivial matter. She glides from
the dewy turf over the lip of the driveway without a bump, picks up speed on
the 'crete, surfs down its slope into the street. A twitch of the butt
reorients the plank, now she is cruising down Homedale Mews looking fora
victim. A black car, alive with nasty lights, whines past her the other way,
closing in on the hapless
NEAL STEPHENSON
Hiro Protagonist. Her RadiKS Knight Vision goggles darken strategically
to cut the noxious glaring of same, her pupils feel safe to remain wide
open, scanning the road for signs of movement. The swimming pooi was at the
crest of this Burbclave, it's downhill from here, but not downhill enough.
Half a block away, on a side street, a bimbo box, a minivan, grinds its
four pathetic cylinders into action. She sees it cater-corner from her
present coordinates. The white backup lights flash instantly as the driver
shifts into D by way of R and N. Y.T. aims herself at the curb, hits it at a
fast running velocity, the spokes of the smartwheels see it coming and