I had to wonder if this Cruiser only had full-speed and stop. It certainly had no air conditioning. Even the air coming through the windows was hot. The road to the landing strip was no more than a track, bumps, and corrugated dirt. Holding my laptop bag, I bounced in my seat and Junie hung onto the steering wheel. “There’s a spring in that seat you’re about to become real acquainted with,” she said with a laugh. Oh my god. She wasn’t wrong. By the time we drove onto a better-maintained road, I felt somewhat violated. And there was a high probability I was beginning to cook.
