I didn't know how far it was. Thirty yards, 50 yards. We just go out and do it.

I'm moving because I can afford a house there.

It looks as though a slow earthquake began to split it years ago. I have to grip the steering wheel of my Ranger very tightly as I dare to stay about 10 miles an hour slower than my faster sedan and coupe rivals, praying for deliverance at the county line.