in. I stare at him as seriously as I can while looking at his goofy grin. ‘You have to back up. I don’t think you have enough road to get to eighty-eight.’ For just a second he looks concerned, and I’m so ready to punch him. Then his smirk returns. He shifts to drive and says, ‘Roads? Where we’re going, we don’t need roads.’ ‘YES!’ I shout and roll the window down. ‘America! He knows Back to the Future!’
