Haha, hope you enjoy this! My inspiration obviously came from Glenn’s story about riding shotgun with a drug-dealer.
The cherry-red Corvette roared down the freeway at an alarming speed, and Glenn could feel his stomach churning. It must have been 100 degrees inside the car, and he had a strong feeling that the cops were tailing them, paranoia or not.
“Hey, man. What are you doing?” he asked in alarm.
“Life in the fast lane, man,” he replied with a sideways smirk.
“Oh-kay. Can I at least roll down the window? It’s getting a little warm…”
“Sure. This damn engine keeps overheating!”
Glenn shot a sideways glance at the speedometer, where the needle was now ticking past 100.