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March 21, 2006

A-Team 2006

"In 1972 a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. [From 1983 to 1987], still wanted by the government, they [survived] as soldiers of fortune. If you [had] a problem, if no one else [could] help, and if you [could] find them, maybe you [could] hire... The A-Team."

They found me today, and chased me up the Parkway. Oh, they did a good job of looking inconspicuous, and pretending not to be following me per se, but their reputation precedes (and betrays) them. I couldn't tell who was driving. I didn't dare slow down to see. Maybe all of them. I lost them in traffic; my econo-rally racer easily outpacing... their van. You know the one: black with red wheels, side stripes and spoiler.

[ image: A-Team van in rearview mirror by one.o.eight ©2006. Inset photo of van from the A-Team series included for reference. ]

As I sped away -- Yes, I took this pic at speed. And yes it was dangerous. But they were on my tail! What else could I do? Slow down and let them catch me?! This is the A-Team, man! The A-TEAM!!!

*deep breath*

Calming, soothing, breathing... Going to the happy place, yes, the happy place.

*breathe*

Come to think of it, I don't recall ever having wronged anyone in this or any other local community. And I've certainly never tried to run any of the countless elderly widowers with comely, young daughters off their truck stop/airfield/aerobics studio/farmstead because they refused to let me operate my arms smuggling/drug running/counterfeiting/money laundering/blood sporting/cult/biker gang operations out of their dilapidated warehouse. Perhaps, they we pursuing someone else. Oh nonsense! They were in my rearview mirror!

*deep breath*

So... as I sped away, I began to wonder if after all these years:

Are they once again wanted by the government?
Are they once again surviving as soldiers of fortune?
And if so, if you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, can you still hire... the A-Team?

...

And more so, what the hell are they doing in New Jersey?!

Posted by Tacitus at March 21, 2006 10:33 AM

Comments

Don't you know? B.A. always drives. It had to be him.
As for being in NJ, they didn't always stay in LA. They moved around. They're on the lam, man. And maybe NJ has become the new mecca for arms smuggling/drug running/counterfeiting/money laundering/blood sporting/cult/biker gang operations tryng to run elderly widowers with comely, young daughters off their truck stops/airfields/aerobics studios/farmsteads.

Posted by: Rob at March 27, 2006 05:58 AM