So the British couple are flying down The Five in an 86 Country Squire with about a hundred hastily-labeled quarter-inch tapes, 4 gallons of Jim Beam, a case of Old Crow, and an Exabyte tape robot in the back, and the british driver turns to the inexplicably leather-clad female next to him and says 'Ricochet me'.

She laughs maniacally and throws the bigass knife switch mounted on the ceiling and the first of many tapes is jacked into the tape drive.

meanwhile, at the colo site across town...

A SparcSTOREDGE array clatters to life, spinning and whirring, slamming it's glut of ASCII porn down the wire.

Never underestimate the bandwidth of a station wagon full of quarter-inch tapes.

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