Sheila eased up on the gas - she didn’t want to wreck her Porsche on the way to Joshua Tree. There was the “best witch of the west” competition and it wouldn’t do her any good to be stuck in the desert. She absentmindedly reached for her grimoire under the front seat, muttering “where’s the spell for speedy travel when you need it”. It’s fine, she’d just keep a steady 120 mph and bespell any cop who decided to pull her over!