i cut the radio off so i dont alert daddy to my deception plan as i press the gas pedal feeling the wind hit my eyeballs , mouth , and lips at a blistering invisible sun ray pelt while i steady my boot deeply into the floor board on the gas pedal taxiing on the smooth pavement like an air pane readying for take-off , plotting to achieve that highest 60-miles-per-hour setting , before i turn my toy into the barn for sleeping .