On one side of the alleyway was a pile of planks of wood. The Rolls-Royce turned sharply and the wheels on the left side the planks and it on to two wheels!

Frank opened his eyes again as he found himself sliding down the side of the roof. His fingers desperately clawed to get a grip.

Still on two wheels, the car just made it through the narrow alleyway.

“YOU’RE SQUASHING ME!” came a shout from inside the car.

Bursting out of the other side of the alley, Dad turned the steering wheel sharply and the car bounced back down to four wheels.

BOINK!

Just as Frank breathed a sigh of relief, a siren blared.

Blue shadows flashed on the buildings around them. The boy looked over his shoulder. A police car was chasing after them.

Dad put his foot _down on the accelerator, and the Rolls-Royce whizzed off the wrong way down a main road. Frank couldn’t believe his eyes. The car was weaving in and out of the traffic coming straight at them! Lorries and cars swerved as Dad managed to twist and turn just in time.

It was thrilling and terrifying all at once.

Up ahead, a wall of flashing blue light was travelling rapidly towards them. For a moment, Frank struggled to work out what it was. He squinted. It was the POLICE! A line of police cars was travelling towards them at speed. They were driving in formation, blocking out the whole road.

There was no way round them.

There was no way under them.

There was no way through them.

They were trapped.

Dad was a champion race driver, but surely even he could not win this time.

Frank breathed a sigh of relief. This horrifying ordeal was over. He was going to see his twelfth birthday after all.

However, instead of slowing down, Dad sped up. Between the Rolls-Royce and the wall of police cars was a huge lorry. The lorry’s trailer was one that transported cars, though right now it was empty. The lorry driver must have panicked at seeing this car speeding straight towards him, as the vehicle spun round dramatically in the middle of the road…

SCREECH! … and came to a halt.

Dad seized his chance, and sped towards the back of the lorry. The ramp for loading cars was down. The Rolls-Royce powered on, straight at it.

It hit the ramp and raced up it. When it reached the top the Rolls-Royce took off and flew through the air.

The boy could feel his heart beating in his chest.

It was beating so hard it felt as if it was going to burst out of him. Time slowed down and sped up all at once. Frank was flying. He wanted it to end right now. He never wanted it to end.

The Rolls-Royce soared over the line of police cars, just clipping the roof of one with a back tyre on the way down.

Before it crash-landed on the road behind the wall of cars with a huge BUMP! Frank thought he was going to be hurled into the air as the car down the road like a football.

The boy just managed to grip on to the roof of the Rolls-Royce. In no time, the car righted itself and sped off down the road.

Frank looked over his shoulder to see the chaos his father had caused.

The policemen were struggling to turn their cars round, but as they had stopped in tight formation they had blocked themselves in. The police cars bashed into each other as they attempted to give chase.

Despite nearly dying a hundred times, the boy couldn’t help but smile. His hero of a dad had done it again.