[Betty] had steadily increased the speed again until the indicator kept constantly around the forty-five mile mark. The speed was terrific and made conversation almost impossible.
"We ought to make it easily," [McCarthy] yelled. "You're a heroine. But hadn't you better rest? You must be tired," he screamed over the noise of the car.
"Arms are cramped," she replied, without lifting her eyes from the road ahead.
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(Credits: Kenny Rogers appears courtesy of this site, the name of which means "looking for my feet" in Spanish; shaky speedometer by Henry Lim (his other photos are great too); Cramps concert poster from Filmmaker: The Magazine of Independent Filmmaking; and I have no idea where I got the picture of the arm-abusing nurses.)
Update: Last week's Jimmy Kirkland adventure here.
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