Fast

"How fast do you think this thing goes," she asks with a devilish twinkle in her eye.

"Let's just keep it under 90," I say.

She eases down on the accelerator, and I watch the tachometer's needle rise as the engine whines. The added speed pushes me into my seat. We fly by vehicles left and right, deftly slipping in and out of traffic.

Then, above the engine and noise of the wind, a very distinct sound. Police sirens.

"Let's see how fast thing can decelerate," I say.