There was a horrible lurch in their stomachs as gravity fought against momentum to claim their lives. The SUV was heavy but it was also fast moving. This combination was carrying them through the air, tires spinning towards another barrier Harley had clearly smashed through on a previous trip. The polka music was reaching a crescendo and for a brief moment Harley could appreciate that she was taking her fate into her own hands and casting it out to chance again.

It was better to make these choices on your own rather then having them made for you.

The car hit so hard it cracked and smashed floor tiles under the tires. The whole vehicle bounced once, twice before skidding and spinning to a stop, only inches away from the display window of a shop that seemed to sell nothing but socks.

Harley...predictably cackled.