Riding through the shadowy Knight summaries. This edition is a doozy.

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• No sooner had [Michael] just begun to glimpse the wonderful sight of O'Ryan's Belt, than Kitt's voice cut the silence once more.
  
  Another constellation that is near O'Ryan is Leo, the lyin'.


• Between the middle and index finger of the attacker’s hand Michael made out the raised letters T3E [on the attacker's knife]...“It stands for The Three Elements: Earth, wind and Fire.” Kitt explained.
  
  Who knew that Earth, Wind, and Fire was a secret criminal organization? I thought they were just rocking us the funk out, but it turns out that they're a pretty nasty set of villains.


• San Francisco, with its two famous bridges and it’s towering buildings rebuilt after the devastating earthquake of 1906.
  
  *blinks* But...they used it correctly once! How can they screw it up just four words later? Or did they want to cover both bases?


• Then Michael felt something icy cold on his cheek and realized that whatever it was, was touching him.


• Accidental deaths are killing horses at an alarming rate. Coincidence? Michael, Kitt and the woman they love search for the answers before it's too late for them all.
  
  But they're not horses--oh. I get it.



• Okay, so there's a one-shot fic where a Mary Sue dies, and then at the end she just happens to have some sort of video will, which is shown to all of the other drivers/cars. It goes something like this:
  
  Mary Sue: So Nirvana, you get my guitar. And my amp, too. Don't let the wind take you too far.
  Nirvana: *melts*
  Mary Sue: Cinnamon Toast, you get my PS3 'cuz you play a mean GTA. You'd better share it with Hex, too.
  Cinnamon Toast: *melts*
  Hex: *single tear*
  Mary Sue: Angel Helix, you get my collection of Good Charlotte CDs. Keep the wild in your heart, dude.
  Angel Helix: *sobs*
  Cinnamon Toast: *holds Angel Helix while she cries*
  
  Yeah. Seriously.


• [Michael] tried to bat away the hand that held his hair but his wrist was karate chopped and he felt the pain travel all the way up to his shoulder...He heard the man collapse to the ground withering in agony, his arterial cruciate ligament blown.


• The guard was a rough-hewn, tall man with light brown hair and watery eyes.


• One summary started with Dark and Angsty look into the mind of... and it took a moment for me to realize that these were adjectives and not code names. I mean, reading the rest of these summaries, do you blame me? In fact, "Dark" and "Angsty" might be improvements over some of the names I've seen.


• Christy ran at breakneck speed through the wooded area just to the side of the major highway she knew was close by. It was dark, quiet, and felt erie.


• Michael looked at the people surrounding KITT with a slight smile on his face. KITT's power to seduce was definately beyond his control.


• Um. There's a fic where KITT points out that Michael needs a shower and a shave. Michael points out that KITT is covered with dust. So KITT says he'll go to the carwash while Michael...er...showers and shaves in a gas station restroom.
  
  Let me explain--no, there is too much. I will sum up. Gas stations generally do not have showering facilities. Trucker stops do, yes, but they're like mini cities, they're different. Also, one generally had two choices for a carwash at the time. Self serve, and drive-through. Self-serve carwashes deal with coins. They're mechanical. How would KITT put money into the slot, much less use the spray nozzle? Drive-through carwashes are staffed by workers who take the money and do the initial sprayoff. How would KITT pay them? *blinks*


• “There are four gangs in the area. The white gang, the Mustangs, fight for territory with the black gang, The Blades, and they fight with the Hispanic gang, The Jefes, they call themselves that because it means Boss in Spanish, it’s such a joke, and they all fight the Chinese gang, the Dragons.
  
  I will not even attempt to explain this fic to you. Okay, fine, I'll try. California and the western states are ruled by gangs because of a power outage. However, mail can be delivered. And everyone can turn on one appliance of their choice for four hours a day. The woman in the story chooses her fridge, btw. No, there is too much. I can't even sum up. But I can't leave without a little more:
  
  Suddenly the house shook with the sound of rocks and stones hitting the front walls and voices shouting absentees outside.
  
  “What the hell?” Michael headed for the window.
  
  “They know you’re here.” Julie said as she joined Michael at the window. “They will keep this up for hours.”
  
  Michael looked at the group standing outside the house. At least thirty strong. They appeared to range in age from fourteen to thirty. They stood next to a burning metal trashcan and a wheel barrel filled with rocks and stones, all wearing identical blue headbands. Waves of heavy fog rolled in off the ocean momentarily obscuring them from the house but the bombardment of rocks continued.
  
  It's like an eighties video version of the apocalypse.


• Author's note: I'd like to say that I don't own Knight Rider or Team Knight Rider or anything related to them, save a model car and a board game.


• In room #613 of the Habi-Trail Moter Hotel just outside of Tucson, Arizona, Shawn McCormick couldn't sleep.
  
  Let's just say that I will never, ever, stay in a place called the HabiTrail. Just not gonna happen.


• ...during TKR, some new faces pop up. A possible new team member? What happened to Michael? Who is the strange guy in the basement?