11/26/2015 It was a lovely morning. Minnie happily hopped onto the front passenger seat. Her grandpa turned his key to rev up the engine. The car coughed and then came to live; it gave soft purrs, starting to move forward. The car staggered out of the shrub and drove onto a quite road. It was moving so lazily and unhurriedly that overtaking it was like shooting fish in a barrel. Her Grandpa twisted the button, a cracking sound of old-time favorite song was buzzing from radio. They basked in the music in their slow-moving car. Suddenly, a car lurched from the side and nearly knocked on them. At eleventh hour, their car managed to swerve to the side and avoided the accident.