"Good."

Sherry did as she was told.

But she had just settled into her seat when her body was grazed hard by a motorbike on her right.

Sherry's head banged against the car door.

These people just do it on purpose.

Their shouts of joy could be heard through the car windows.

"What to do?" Sherry was a little anxious as she watched the mph gauge on the main driver's side get faster and faster.

"Sit tight."

Aaron said so, suddenly ...