"Wesmar," Miller grunted, easing the throttle. "Triple-fins. Digital helm control. It’s the difference between a gimbaled life and living in a washing machine."
Arthur pulled out his phone, the screen slick with mist. He typed three words that felt like a ransom payment for his sanity: . buy wesmar stabilizers
Miller let out a rare, jagged laugh. "Smartest thing you’ve done all trip. By the time we head back, you'll be able to set a glass of wine on the dashboard and not lose a drop." "Wesmar," Miller grunted, easing the throttle
Arthur looked out at the churning gray horizon. He wasn't thinking about the wine. He was just thinking about a world that stayed level. " Miller grunted
"Fine," Arthur gasped, clutching a handrail. "What was the name again?"