webb kept the gas pedal down and roared past the cutoff , then past the thickly wooded pasture road where beshears thought the burglar had hidden his car webb narrowed his eyes against the whistling wind and stood on the brakes , spinning the steering wheel as he threw the car into a state-trooper-turnaround , a maneuver he 'd mastered when he 'd been a wild-ass teenager running this same road , with its long , flat straightaway .