"Woo woo car, Mama!" He'd cry excitedly if he heard one. She thought it was cute.
Of course, he got older and learned they weren't exciting or cute, but bring fear and change. Like now, as he speeds down the highway, four sirens and four sets of lights chasing him.
Rejected and hurt, he'd shot his ex, her new boyfriend, and the boyfriend's young son. He regrets all three now, especially the boy. Not that it matters.
"Woo woo," he whispers, as he accelerates. The end is close now.