_Brooommmmmm._
Gone.
"Hey, how'ja like that, boy? They're gonna crack the sonic barrier or
my name's not Harry Hayden!"
Tom's white-knuckled hands grasped a railing for support. _Christ, I'm
going to be sick. I'm going to vomit._
"But wait'll five o'clock or nine in the morning. That's when you see
the traffic. That's when you _really_ do some Driving!"