At the speeds we’re traveling, those two thousand feet are eaten up in about fifteen seconds. At the last second, Jarom grabs the emergency brake and throws the wheel hard to the right. The back end of the Regal slides for about ten feet, before the tires catch and propel us forward.
At that instant, the wish I want granted more than anything else in the world would be the ability to cover my eyes. Anything to block out the image of three lanes of cars and buses, all heading right towards us. Rett’s bright idea was to go the wrong way on a one-way street.
We’re greeted by a cacophony of horns and squealing tires as the cars coming towards us realize we’re an immediate danger. Waves of cars start parting before us as their owners do their best to avoid our apparently suicidal drive.
Jaro
