HighwayMan

I approached my car with determination,
A long distance to be traveled,
The fate of the future rested with me,
Society was about to be unraveled.
I had procured fuel injection,
Lowering my fuel consumption,
The blower made me travel faster,
To any city of my compunction.
I charged my car with a fuel cell,
From my inventory,
I checked my destination on my map,
And left with expediency.
I journeyed long and journeyed hard,
Nerves set and ice cool,
I took out my favourite weapon,
And remembered I was at school.
It seems I've rediscovered Fallout 2,
It's good and bad and such,
Perhaps I've been over-doing it,
And playing the game too much?

This one is reasonably self-explanatory. A little while ago an internet colleague (BC) posted something about Fallout on the Unwashed Village board. This was enough for me to install and fire up Fallout 2 again. I had just been using the car in the game, when I had to go to the shop for bread and milk. The poem came to me as I started our car.