Sallie shrugs. "About fifteen miles or so? I think? I do live on a sizable piece of property, Dean. Ain't going to get that in the City. Get on in."

The craft itself is fairly predictable in description, like so many bumper cars, but with a bigger ego. It only skims about two and a half feet off the ground. It takes Sallie two tries to get in.

"Might as well relax; enjoy the scenery. Any questions I haven't covered yet?"

A good one might be 'Is this thing really supposed to make that noise when you start it up, old lady?'

She wouldn't know the answer if you asked.