“Nope,” the old man said. “Met her twenty miles back. She was doing a hundred and twenty, I was doing a hundred and thirty. Seemed a shame to drive alone.”
The woman pulled two sodas from the machine and tossed one to Leo. “We’re heading to the Valley of Fire. Sunset hits the red rocks like stained glass. You’ve got four wheels and a full tank.”
Leo looked at his car. The cracked windshield. The dented door. The coffee-stained cup in the holder. “Running away,” he admitted.
And three cars—two roaring Italian stallions and one coughing sedan—pulled out onto the empty highway, side by side, chasing the sun toward the fire.
“Nope,” the old man said. “Met her twenty miles back. She was doing a hundred and twenty, I was doing a hundred and thirty. Seemed a shame to drive alone.”
The woman pulled two sodas from the machine and tossed one to Leo. “We’re heading to the Valley of Fire. Sunset hits the red rocks like stained glass. You’ve got four wheels and a full tank.” 2 lamborghini
Leo looked at his car. The cracked windshield. The dented door. The coffee-stained cup in the holder. “Running away,” he admitted. “Nope,” the old man said
And three cars—two roaring Italian stallions and one coughing sedan—pulled out onto the empty highway, side by side, chasing the sun toward the fire. side by side