It’s been two minutes. He places his fingers on the throttle and lifts his head to see the police man’s face. I look up the town clock; it’s five minutes to time. Cold sweat runs down my face. My heart drops. I don’t think we are going to make it. A loud whistle blow snaps me back reality, a deafening vroom fills up the air. We move so fast I am jerked a few inches back. I hold tightly on my seat and look up the road to see if we are almost there.