My dad was magic.He could make a corner store appear out of nowhere and get me a bag of chips and a bottle of Coke.That was the best part of those1 days when I was young with my dad：no school，and wide-open countryside.
The smell of dust and2 wind pushed fast through the windows as we drove down winding roads.Although now I know how awful it sounds，the smell makes me3 my dad.For years I have enjoyed that4 .We would talk pretty much about anything on those5 ：Dad seemed to know everything about everything.He could6 how long a mile was.But what I did not know was that he was7 the odometer（里程表） the whole time.
Those magical corner8 ？He just knew the countryside so well that he knew exactly when to ask if I wanted a9 .And he made it seem like a store just dropped out of the sky onto the side of a country road.
I don't10 much else of those summer days，but they will stay with me for a lifetime.
