So the Sun went down,Jake was feeling drowsier by the minute
and he found a farm lane into some field off of the road to lay his tired
body down on.
It didn't occur to Jake that laying himself down on a field entrance was a good way to get killed
if a 4 x 4 tractor drove over him in the dark.
Some awakening inner instinct told him that he needed a road beneath him.
So Jake lay down to sleep and never saw the Full Moon come up and
shine down on him.
That 1926 Hudson headlamp had come from the Hudson Deathcar,and was cursed.
Jake had picked it up and scratched himself slightly on one of its sharp metal edges.
Jake had been infected.
Jake was a 1926 wereHudson now.
And so Jake
awoke about midnight to the sound of screeching forming metal,expanding rubber tires
and a Straight Six 235 cubic inch Hudson Irquois gasoline engine forming under his hood.
So the stunned new wereHudson sat there on the field lane,unsure what its next move aught to be.
Then came the chugging sound of a convoy of weremachines coming down the road towards Jake the 1926 Hudson....