It was late evening at Jet Girl’s house. I didn’t say anything to anyone – they were all too engrossed in their game of Cluedo. I slipped out of the back door unnoticed. The tank was in fine tune and it started almost silently. I rolled it down the tarmac drive at an imperceptibly low speed, taking nearly ten minutes to reach the garden gate. The further I got away from the house, the more speed I allowed myself to gain. Before very long I was at 90mph.
Armadillo, Part Ten, "Taking out Tony THF115C"