This gas theft thing is gonna drive people to Road Warrior measures -- explosive devices hidden under the car in case anyone messes with the fuel. "Booby-trapped. Touch those tanks and boom!"


"I remember the Road Warrior
the man we called Max.

To understand who he was, you have to go back to another time
when the world was powered by the black fuel
and the deserts sprouted great cities of pipe and steel.
Gone now swept away.

For reasons long forgotten, two mighty warrior tribes went to war
and touched off a blaze which engulfed them all.
Without fuel they were nothing. They'd built a house of straw.
The thundering machines sputtered and stopped.
Their leaders talked and talked and talked
but nothing could stem the avalanche.

Their world crumbled. The cities exploded.
A whirlwind of looting.
A firestorm of fear.
Men began to feed on men.

On the roads it was a white-line nightmare.
Only those mobile enough to scavenge,
brutal enough to pillage would survive.
The gangs took over the highways
ready to wage war for a tank of juice.
And in this maelstrom of decay
ordinary men were battered and smashed.

Men like Max