Skewed Speed

After piling into the Durango, each of us would submit a guess at the arrival time based on the cumulative effects of traffic, stop lights, and the driver’s preferred speed. Skewing his speed to best suit his entry, Daddy would abuse his position of power at the wheel until the outcry from the backseat restored the car to the speed limit. This corruption of the game aside, our winner was decided by the clock’s reading at the time of arrival. Though prizeless, the win certainly awarded the closest guesser momentary superiority over all within the bounds of the car’s chassis.