There’s nothing like feeling the wind in your hair on a Sunday afternoon, Suzie thought. She glanced over her shoulder and stepped on the gas, merging in front of a semi with chrome horns on the hood.

When she waved thank you she caught the driver making a peace sign and flicking his tongue through it in the rear-view mirror. Flattered, she giggled and cranked up the music, speeding through the end of a long curve. In twenty minutes…