By golly, Johnny would have a car or know the reason why! He'd bet he could drive one as well as Cliff Lowell too, once he had the feel of the thing.
"Too fast for you ?" Cliff asked once, and Johnny felt the little tolerant smile he could not see.
"Too fast?
Say, I'm used to _flying_!" Johnny shouted back, ready to die rather than own the tingling of his scalp for fear.

He expected Cliff to let her out still more, after that tacit dare, but Cliff did not for two reasons: he was already going as fast as he could and keep the road, and he was convinced that Johnny Jewel had hardened every nerve in his system with skyriding.
Oceanside was but a sprinkle of lights and a blur of houses when they slipped through at slackened speed, lest their passing be noted curiously and remembered too well.

On again, over the upland and down once more to the very sand where the waves rocked and boomed under the stars.

Up and around and over and down--Johnny wondered how much farther they would hurl themselves through the night.

Straight out along a narrow streak of asphalt toward lights twinkling on a blur of hillside.