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A twig cracked. I snapped my head to the side, following the direction of the sound, and peered through the greenery. There was nothing there. As I began to turn back around, I caught the slightest motion out of the corner of my eye. Peeking out between clumps of dense vegetation, about 20 feet away, were two eyes. My skin prickled when I realized that they were staring back at me.

"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!

Frank and Joe are on a history club trip to New York City, and their first stop is the Prohibition Museum where they’ll hear about how smugglers building getaway vehicles led to the rise of modern stock car racing. During a tour of damp escape tunnels beneath the museum, Frank slips and breaks a wall panel with his elbow, revealing a hidden compartment containing documents from the 1920s!