“The speedometer read 110. My stomach was stone like the stone walls rushing left and right. Up over a hill, down into a valley. “Can’t we go a bit faster?” I asked, hoping for the opposite. “Done!” said Finn, and made it 120. “That will do it nicely,” I said, in a faint voice, wondering what lay ahead.”

“The speedometer read 110. My stomach was stone like the stone walls rushing left and right. Up over a hill, down into a valley. “Can’t we go a bit faster?” I asked, hoping for the opposite. “Done!” said Finn, and made it 120. “That will do it nicely,” I said, in a faint voice, wondering what lay ahead.”

— Ray Bradbury