I attempt to wave my student pass at campus security, but the wind whips it out of my hand. A few moments later we swerve around a group of students and then over the sidewalk and onto some sloping grass. I cringe as the car bottoms out. Grass and dirt are thrown up as the rear wheels continue to spin. But the effort is useless.
Reflexes seize control.
I reach over and rip the keys out of the ignition. The car dies. Joel scurries from the side of the seat and over the top of me. He leaps from the car, falling to his hands and knees. A small crowd of students is beginning to form under some trees at what I imagine they think is a safe distance.