I couldn’t get enough thrill carrying something so important in such a nice car. I want to sleep, but I don’t want to risk having someone take the thing that I was transporting. Information that Cuba had nuclear weapons pointed at the United States. Lonnie had died from fighting in the Vietnam War. Lonnie fought because he wanted to show America pride. After that, Janey hasn’t been the same. She isn’t the kind loving Janey that would normally be. She hasn’t woken up at 6:00 to make everyone breakfast, and when she has the day to herself, she doesn’t get out of bed.
I thought it would be best if I gave her some alone time, so I thought I should go to Washington D.C to deliver my information. The drive up north was brutal, and I was pessimistic
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I want to draw attention, so someone might call the police and I can go on my merry way to the White House. I jump in my car, with the guy following close behind me, and I was going to check how fast my car could go on the freeway. I hope it can go over 100, and I hope his car can’t. I jump onto the freeway, and I get my Jaguar XK120 going over 100 miles per hour! What a relief. I start going slower, thinking I might have lost him, and I look in my rearview mirror almost 30 times in the past minute for safety cautions. I sped up again, and then times started to take a turn for the …show more content…
Then, I look in my rear view mirror, and have some good news, and some bad news. Good news, the guy who was trying to kill me was gone! Bad news, I have a cop hot on my tail. I start panicking, and I don’t know what to do. I thought about it, I did what every good person should do. Pull over. The cop came to confront me, and I told him everything. He didn’t believe me at first, and then I showed him my badge. He let me go, and I continued to go 100 miles an hour. Thank goodness not many people have cars, or else I would be behind some bad traffic. I am getting some weird looks, but it doesn’t really bother me too