" Charlie drove up before any of the other boys, substituting speed for style, and hit the curb. His right front tire fell off and the hub ground against the asphalt of the driveway, sending a shower of sparks into the sea of taffeta and chintz. Girls banged into each other like pool balls, trying to avoid bursting into flame. "

― Lorena Cassady , Her Perilous Journey (First Woman Trilogy, #1)