My dad flicks the baseball cap that he placed on my head "Well? Are you going?" He demands, as I stare at the cherry red convertible on the street in front of me. I gulp "Are you sure nobody has driven it in a while? It looks pretty well taken care of." I say nervously. "Yes, positive! Go, quickly!" He urges, shoving me toward it. I walk to the car and try the door. It's unlocked, so I climb in and quickly get to work, cutting the wires.