We were on our maiden voyage in the bus, barreling through the town under massive roiling thunderclouds. We just couldn't get enough speed because we'd compromised the handling of the bus when we'd installed the flight systems, and we kept having to slow down to avoid kids on bikes and falling trees.
Lighting struck all around us and violent gusts of wind propelled green leaves and sticks through the air to pelt against the rattling windows of the bus while we screamed and were jostled inside. Finally, we'd hit the open road, no kids, no trees and we started accelerating at an alarming pace. The noise of the engine was deafening and my heart was in my throat.
The front wheels were juuuuuust lifting from the pavement and I could see the town walls in the gloomy distance when ---
Caspian whispered in my ear that he was done working out and coffee was done!
