I remember a couple of nights ago I jumped on and Tampa had just started ticking - I saw that the squads were in a sorry state (it was very late at night) so I decided to create my usual "NUTTY" squad and head in.

By the time I had got my engineer kit together and thrown on my Raybans and hit the deck another 3 players had joined my squad (my appologies but with my memory - names disappear faster than a fart in the breeze).

I told everyone to spawn on me and grab a tank at main base and to my supprise - they all DID !!!

So there we are, four tanks all in formation cruzing down the highway, "Roller coaster of love" blairing from the tapedeck and looking to pick a fight when two tanks are spotted off in the distance rolling towards Gas Station. We were in a loose "V" formation and leading from the back I ordered the lads to engage the enemy while I buzzed around the flag for a cap.

Well no longer had they peeled away when an enemy walker goes and goose-steps right in front of me from the complex. Now with my three tanks wizzing by I could imagine the look of glee on his face as he thought of slamming a few rockets up their tail pipes and skipping away, giggling like a schoolgirl at the prom.

However in his haste ambush my squaddies he forgot one tiny obsticle ..... modest little ME !!!

A fact that was not lost on his gunner however who frantically started to spray peanuts at me. A solid round spank to the back of the head got his attention as I called the order for one of my boys to pull back and assist. It was at this point that a dizzying duel took place as the walker moved out into more open ground and I began to circle-strafe his dented metal butt.

I must have already done a good 360 on him and laid a couple of head-shakers in his hide before my reinforcements finally arrived at which point the three of us were now locked in a dangerous barn dance of death !!!

I can still vividly remember the near misses, shells going wild, rockets wizzing everywhere and peanuts chiming off my paintjob but after what seemed like an age the two of us had finally reduced the metal Dodo to a pile of smoking debris.

So with our victory firmly under our belts and hearty praise and congradulations flying over VOIP like foreplay in a brothel we rejoined the squad and promptly got nailed by a squad of engineers with too much time on their hands !!!

But to cut the story short - I think Highway Tampa is and will be a wonderful addition to the TG servers and has forever placed enemy engineers on my list of things that would make wonderful greesy smears of red on the canvas of sand before me