Adrenaline pulsated with the drumbeat through her veins as Grace threw the chrome shifter knob into third gear. Gripping the steering wheel tighter, her knuckles were losing blood. This steel chariot demanded she test the outer limits through centrifugal force. It was an objection to the laws of gravity that was completely justified. In third gear the beast redlines at eighty miles per hour. Shifting gears, the beasts thirst for fuel is emphatically sated. The speedometer hits triple digits while the music interludes. A quick glance in the rearview distracts from the fluid sheets pounding the windshield so deep into the sunset. Grace barely took notice as the curves gave way to the open stretch of highway through the desert canyon
