I leaned in and stood the cinnamon creamer upright.

I didn’t want it spilling on the faded rubber floor mats.

I pressed the passenger door shut.

The metal latch clicked securely into place.

I walked around the front grille of the truck and touched the cold metal hood.

The engine was completely silent.

I climbed into the driver’s seat and pulled the door shut behind me.

The odometer glowed with two hundred thousand miles in faded green numbers.