He raced up the new section of 15 trying to see how fast the Mustang would go. Then he took the back road to Loyalsock skidding and sliding, then up 87 to Forksville where he went off the road but saved it only to launch the car a few minutes later over a dirt embankment on the side of 154, tossing Josh like a rag doll first to the floor then up against the dashboard base, then almost out the open roof, landing in a small clearing, narrowly missing a previously battered oak but not missing several large rocks that seemingly in slow motion tore off the oil pan, ripped away the left rear axle, the car finally coming to rest by bludgeoning a thick tree, crinkling the grill and hood like aluminum foil, springing the doors, breaking the windshield.
Noise and motion ceased.
Wapinski startled,
