Parents back in an hour—time to test my driving skills. I'm almost 17, after all. OK. Let's go now! And there I slid into my familiar spot, behind the steering wheel of the Impala. Windows open. Marvin Gaye, Jackson Five, and Credence Clearwater blasting from the radio. My hair floated out the window, free again, relishing the wind.
Turn right on Alvin, left on Laurel. Oh-oh! The police siren. My rear window glared, flashing red lights.