"Joe," I said, concerned, "hit the brake "
"I am," Joe said, pumping the pedal now. But the car didn't slow at all. The traffic light turned red as we hurtled toward the intersection. And suddenly I saw the one other car out this early on a Saturday morning -- a huge Express Delivery truck
Joe screamed. I leaned forward, bracing myself against the dashboard. There was nothing we could do. It was speeding right at us
