We're navigating through traffic, and I shift around in the backseat while Jones Kevin concentrates on the road. I'm amazed at his driving skills; he should be on a racetrack, not a taxi driver.

"Where did you learn how to drive?" I shout from the backseat.

At some point during our drive, Jones Kevin asks if he can roll down the window to feel the rush of the wind in his hair. I chuckle silently because he's bald.

"I taught myself as a young boy on the backroads of the farm because my dad was always busy with work!" he yells amidst the street noise.

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