I have a kind of little go-cart but it's really just a rug, like a flying carpet that goes on the ground. It's really fun to ride. One of my nephews, perhaps Noah, wants to ride with me, so I spread out the wrinkles in the rug in front of me and make room, as one might ride doubles on a sled.

We zoom along the road but we need to steer clear of the blackberry bushes that have overgrown our side of the road. We veer into the oncoming lane, where we suddenly meet a huge monster truck coming over the hill, nearly crushing us under its tires, but between the scratching vines and the truck we have just enough room to squeeze through.