Drive

I’m driving my car with BP, Mike and somebody else (Dad?) riding along. Zooming along a curvy road with a few switchbacks. The car begins not handling well. Then it swerves through a guardrail and off a bridge into a shallow creek bed.

I am looking out the front window of our house in Louisville. I see a girl drive up the driveway and into the yard in a giant drag racing stretch dune buggy car with a huge engine on the back. I turn to mom and dad and say, “See what your daughter is driving.” But it is not Stacy behind the wheel. And the girl drives the car up onto the porch and thru the front door. The car is no longer huge, it is a small car almost like a midget circus clown would drive but it has a huge engine in the front.