Taking the Wheel

The wind rushing past was remarkably brisk, which kept my interior water perfectly cool. Suddenly, I noticed my gloved fingers weren't just decorative molding—they could tighten. I gave the black steering wheel a firm grip and realized I was steering our airborne leap in this blue sports car. The warm sun was beating down, but the cool breeze inside my bottle balanced it out nicely. I held on tight and kept my cool.