Hit 'er up now, fast as yuh like.

After that crossin' back there I ain't expectin' to tremble on no curves.

I see you're qualified to spin 'er on a plate if need be.

And for a Ford, she sure can travel." Casey therefore "let 'er out", and the Ford went like a scared lizard up the winding highway through the Pass.

At Cajon Camp he slowed, thinking they would need to fill the radiator before attempting to climb the steep grade to the summit.