I've been driving since I was eight years old. My father taught me in a stolen car. He said, "In this life, the wheels are the only things you can trust."

I've been a getaway driver for twelve years. I've done 47 jobs. I've never been caught. I've never crashed. I've never left a man behind.

Tonight was number 48. A jewelry store on Madison Avenue. The take: five million in diamonds. The problem: the cops knew we were coming.

"Speed is your friend. Panic is your enemy." — My father, the last time I saw him

The job went wrong. My men got trapped inside. The cops were everywhere. I had a choice: I could drive away and save myself, or I could do the impossible.

I did the impossible. I drove my car through the front window of the jewelry store. The glass shattered. The cops were stunned. My men jumped in. We drove away at 120 miles per hour.

We lost the cops in the tunnel. We split the money. I drove off into the night, the fastest driver in the city.

💡 The Lesson

English: The best getaway drivers aren't the fastest. They're the ones who know when to take risks and when to be careful.