"She had dead-calm, unblinking eyes––suggesting the steely recklessness of a car thief. If you dared her to do it–or bet her five bucks that she couldn't––she would drive foot-to-the-floor through every red light on Wilshire Boulevard, all the way from Santa Monica into Beverly Hills. Unless she got broadsided in Brentwood, or shot by a cop in Westwood Village, there'd be no stopping her––her bare left arm would be lolling out the window, giving everyone the finger the whole way."

- John Irving
Until I Find You