In a world where self-driving cars are the norm, the last man to retain his skill behind the wheel has been called upon to ride again.
The year is 2050. Sixty-three-year-old Frank Wylder is realizing the world has passed him by. This isn’t just any ordinary late-life crisis. The governments of every nation on Earth have succumbed to the brutally efficient bureaucracy dubbed, “The One World Order.” A cunning dictatorship that makes a conspiracy theorist’s worst nightmares look like mere child’s play, the Order has achieved the unthinkable – the eradication of free will. People are no longer allowed to decide what to do with their lives. Instead, the Order controls every last detail of an individual’s existence. Frank recalls his youth – his early days as a hotshot getaway driver for a heist ring, followed by a middle age spent as a professional chauffeur (and problem solver) for Hollywood’s most scandalous movie stars. Those glory days are gone. As Frank’s health issues mount, decrepitude closes in. He finds solace in maintaining Veronica, his classic muscle car, a cherry red 1969 American-Made Sidewinder that he once used to transport many a villain from a bank job to a safe house in no time flat. Meanwhile, his thirteen-year-old granddaughter, Hannah, gives Frank a reason to go on, though her constant questions about his past make him realize how little time he has left. The Order is not without an enemy. The band of rebels known as the Nationalist Front seek to annihilate the global regime and return power to individual countries. The methods of this group are severe and so terrifying in nature that, at times, spectators are left to wonder whether those challenging power are any better than those currently holding it. When the Nationalist Front learns that Frank was once a badass with his foot on the gas, the old man is offered a deal he can’t refuse: To become the wheelman on a series of operations designed to strike at the heart of The One World Order’s ability to rule effectively — or never see his granddaughter alive again. Self-driving cars, once thought to be the saving grace of the modern commuter, are exploited by the global dictatorship. Sure, these marvels of engineering have cut down on travel times, allowed people to sleep and work on their way to their work, and have dropped the global traffic accident rate to zero. However, the Order can pursue its surveillance objectives by tracking where people are going and who they see, all while maintaining the ultimate nanny state. For a regime that assumed it had thought of everything, the insertion of Frank into the mix is a variable that was never anticipated. Self-driving cars are efficient, perhaps too much so. They’re programmed to reach their assigned destinations promptly and at a reasonable rate of speed. They follow all traffic laws and avoid collisions at all cost. Defensive driving has become a lost art. In short, these automated, four-wheeled wonders are no match for an old drunk with a lead foot and nothing to lose. Readers will delight as Frank zooms, vrooms, crashes, and bashes his way to victory — if such a premise even exists. EPISODE 1 - OLD DOGS Once upon a time, our hero was a badass baller who knew an adrenaline rush that could only be achieved during a high-speed chase with a back seat full of bank robbers and a squadron of cop cars on his tail. Veronica, his beloved classic muscle car, never failed to perform, while his fixer, Bernie, never hesitated to exterminate loose ends with extreme prejudice. That time is gone, and Frank’s good mood is over. The Civil Society Monitor Drones — the most intrusive pieces of machinery ever made — hassle our protagonist, driving him to drink. In this inebriated state, Frank is prone to making bad decisions, such as agreeing to an elderly Bernie’s request to break the law by taking Veronica out on the road amongst the self-driving cars of the world. What could possibly go wrong?