My 1978 Chevy power-to-the-max offroading adventurous little go-machine was a camperized wonder of the "how didn't it break down" kind. And with Betty as my trusty rusty sidekick did I engage in many many fine adventures. Including time travel.

Set in the far distant future; the human race battles for freedom from the opressive Vishians fighters. Vishian's are bad on account of how they're the enemy. All written with fantastic skill because of how it tends to sound like it was written by a six year old. [Don't worry if you haven't ready any of the other Really Dumb Stories, they aren't related to each other]