Jack instinctively slammed on the brakes.
The tires let out a piercing shriek against the pavement, and the truck's body lurched violently.
But he couldn't be bothered with any of that.
He, Susan, and Timmy in the back seat were all frozen as if petrified, staring blankly at the magnificent, almost surreal vista before them.
This was Pittsburgh's famous "tunnel view."
Below them was a deep river valley where three wide rivers converged.
Golden suspension bridges spanned the water, connecting the two sides of the city.
And on the delta cradled by the rivers, skyscrapers shot up from the ground, their glass curtain walls reflecting the blinding sunlight.
This was a world away from the gray, dreary, and lifeless Rust Belt city he remembered.
Yellow and red tower cranes stood tall on both banks of the valley, their booms slowly rotating in the air.
Billowing dust rose from construction sites, and the roar of machinery could be faintly heard even from several kilometers away.
