The crop duster responded sluggishly, its old engine groaning in protest. Jack grinned as the landscape rushed up to meet him. This was it – the moment of truth.

The jet zoomed alongside, and Alex performed a mocking barrel roll. Jack's eyes narrowed, and with a swift motion, he yanked the stick to the left.

"You think you can crop dust and crack the sound barrier? I bet I can do it better!" Alex shouted over the radio.

"You win this time, Alex," Jack said, shaking his head.