Johnny forgot that he had problems to solve or worries that nagged at him incessantly.

He forgot that Mary V, away off there to the southwest, had probably cried herself to sleep the night before because he had disappointed her.

He was flying up and away from all that.

He was soaring free as a bird, and the rush of a strong, clean wind was in his face.

The roar of the motor was a great, throbbing harmony in his ears.