Too much of a bargain

Gregory left a note to him. It was written that he made a bargain to someone he knew, forged the papers in his name and made a license plate. Alastor couldn’t get why would the old man do him a favor. He got that he’s being benevolent, but to him, he didn’t need to help him that much.

Nevertheless, Alastor’s mind presided on the wheel back to the track.

He furtively examined the road as he took a hard right. The leaves exploded and wrapped by the wind, then hurled past them. Daletown is within the reach for one and half hour to be exact.

Feeling bored, Alastor thought maybe he could try something. An idea popped on his mind.

The transmission was locked to low gear, accelerated and pressed the break, wheeled, then started to drift on the curved road.