Coghlan drove the rickety 1954 Ford wagon with Michaels riding shotgun. Surrounded by pines and engine roar, they had the road to themselves. Coghlan pushed the pace: when they hit eighty he began yelping and eased past eighty-five and ninety. Michaels was surprised the old car could cruise that fast. Coghlan kept yelping as the needle hit 100 as the hood began bouncing violently. The needle flew up to 120, dropped back to 100, and then flew to 120 again. The hood tore off and Coghlin fought the wheel as a front tire blew and pines closed in on them.
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