So far so good, or at least Rosco thought as they were out on the interstate now, going north. It wouldn't be all that far, really. It wasn't like they were taking a trip to Minnesota. It was just a jaunt that would take no more than two hours. Charlotte could do that behind the wheel.
"What is he doing?" Charlotte winced. She put her foot on the pedal to keep up with Archie.
"Don't!" Rosco said on impulse. "I don't want you to get a ticket." Rosco looked at her as if she just needed to keep within the speed limit. 65 was way over the speed limit for her, anyway. He was after all hanging on to his seat.
"Well, what am I suppose to do?" She looked at him.
"Don't look at me," Rosco winced. "Keep your eye on the road." He gasped.
"We're going to lose them." Charlotte sounded as if she couldn't have that. The speed leaped again, and Rosco felt as if he were sucked back in his seat.
Charlotte hesitated but dropped her speed.
"See the key is to have like a consistent speed so you won't scare people behind you, OK." He tried to say it as carefully as possibly without making her peeved at him. "You're doing really great. You really are. I just don't know what Archie is up too." Rosco stared at Charlotte who was looking ahead.
Charlotte wouldn't look at him. She gripped the wheel even harder. He could see she was seething just a bit. Maybe she did have the making of a race car driver, after all.