“So,” he throttled shift knob into fifth gear half a block from a stop sign, “you’re from Great Britain.” “Yes. England. The North. Sheffield.” “Why you guys drive on the left?” “Obviously, because it’s right.” “I’m being serious.” “Are you?”… — Kevin Cole Copy Share Image
“She was in control of her life, even though it seemed she wasn’t. All she had to do was take the steering wheel and start driving.” — Missy Lyons Copy Share Image
