After numerous frantic failed attempts, Jennifer finally got her Corvair to start.
She shoved in it reverse and raced the Corvair raced down her driveway.
She shoved it in drive then raced her Corvair down Dorothy Avenue.
Jennifer's eyes welled up while she raced her car down the street. "How could he do that?"
Abby remained quiet in the passenger seat while Jennifer made a screeching left turn onto Woodland Avenue. She was lucky no other cars were on Woodland at the moment.
Back at Jennifer's house, Kenneth ran out of the front door with blood dripping down from his forehead. He was in his black socks and had his pants back on. He had his shoes and boxers in his left hand and his pistol in his right hand.
He stopped by the front porch then wiped away the blood from his eyes with his shirtsleeve.
He noticed Jennifer' Corvair was gone from the carport.
He bolted through the front yard and ran to his car parked down the street.
Jennifer was crying while he raced her car down Woodland Avenue.
Back on Dorothy Avenue, Kenneth raced his car down the opposite direction to the other end.
He made a screeching right turn on Woodland Avenue and also ran through the stop sign. His Bel-Air missed the front end of a 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air driving down Woodland. The 57 Bel-Air swerved to a screeching stop. The male driver was pissed.
Kenneth raced his Bel-Air down Woodland.
Way down the other end of Woodland Avenue, Jennifer made a screeching right turn swerving around a little onto Broadmoor Avenue.
Jennifer weaved in and out of traffic while she raced her car down Broadmoor Avenue.
Kenneth raced his car seventy miles per hour down Woodland Avenue.
His Bel-Air raced through a red light.
Two Chevrolets that drove through the green light swerved all over the road. Kenneth's car scraped the front end of one of the Chevrolet's while it swerved.
The two drivers were pissed while they stopped their cars and got out to watch Kenneth's car race away.
Jennifer raced her Corvair seventy miles per hour down Broadmoor Avenue. She was afraid to push it faster but felt relieved when she did not see Kenneth's car behind her.
Kenneth's Bel-Air made a screeching swerving left turn onto Montvale Circle through a green light. The drivers at the red light on Montvale Circle wondered why that guy was in such a hurry.
An old lady driving a 1950 Chevrolet headed slowly at the green light on Shady Hill drive.
Jennifer's car missed the front end of the 1950 Chevy while Jennifer's Corvair made a screeching right turn through the red light from Broadmoor to Shady Hill Drive.
The old lady stopped her car and remained stopped in the road. She was cautious about continuing, but the honking horns from irritated drivers behind her made her drive away.
Kenneth weaved in and around traffic on Montvale Circle at seventy miles per hour.
Jennifer weaved her Corvair down Shady Hill Drive at seventy miles per hour.
It was not long before Jennifer raced her Corvair seventy miles per hour down on Shady Hill Avenue and was out of the town limits.
Shady Hill Avenue now turned into Amster Road heading west.
Jennifer slowed down to the posted speed limit when she saw the bend up ahead in the road.
After Amster Road straightened out from the bend in the road, Jennifer glanced at the rearview mirror.
She noticed no cars were behind her, so she stayed at the posted speed limit.
"Why are you going slow?"
"He's not following us. I must have knocked him out pretty good."
Abby glanced back at the rear window and saw nothing but darkness.
Back on Montvale Circle, Kenneth was furious and pounded his steering wheel when he had to stop at a red light at Montvale and Thorndale Avenue because three cars were in front of him.
Kenneth got impatient and whipped his Bel-Air in the other lane and raced around the cars and through the red light.
He raced his car down Montvale at seventy miles per hour.
He slowed down then he came to the end of the road and made a screeching right turn onto Amster Road.
He floored his Bel-Air and raced down Amster Road.
Farther down on Amster Road, Abby turned back around and suddenly had a bad feeling when she looked at the windshield. "Does this road go over a wooden bridge? To cross a lake?"
"Yeah. The Brandywine Lake."
Abby thought for a second. It dawned on her. "Can we take a different road to the cabin?"
"No. This is the only road. Why?"
"My dream. I was drowning in a lake off a wooden bridge."
Jennifer glanced in her rearview mirror. She saw a pair of headlights coming fast down the road after her. This worried her, so she sped up her car.
"What's wrong?" Abby asked.
"Someone's coming up fast behind us. I don't want to take any chances," Jennifer replied while her speedometer needle starting climbing to fifty miles per hour.
Abby turned around and saw the headlights in the rear window that were now larger. She also got worried.
Kenneth raced his Bel-Air eighty miles per hour down Amster Road.
He saw two small red taillights up ahead.
He wiped away the blood from his eyes with his sleeve.
Jennifer got scared when the headlights of the oncoming car started to shine in her rear window.
"Are you sure there's not another road to take?" Abby asked while she got scared when she glanced back at the rear window.
"I'm sure."
"I have a bad feeling about this."
Jennifer remain