She’s in the older, front-wheel-drive Cutlass on a rainy night and raising some hell around town. Her bright pink toes are easy to spot in the dark foot-well area and against her tanned feet. She’s trying to peel out as much as she can. She two-foots the brake and gas often. Sometimes, no matter how hard she punches the gas, the little car doesn’t have enough gusto to peel out, even on the wet roads.