The descent

The police officer in the passenger seat seemed completely indifferent to Rock's Crown Vic rolling backward down Kavanaugh Boulevard from the Heights neighborhood in Little Rock. Rock was panicked, but he somehow managed to direct the mammoth car around Mount Saint Mary High School onto Van Buren Street toward War Memorial Park.
To begin, Rock had been parked on Kavanaugh in the Height's business district. He had just tossed an empty beer can onto the backseat floorboard when he heard the cop tap a knuckle on the passenger-side window. Very shortly thereafter, the officer was seated beside Rock, studying data of some sort on a smartphone when the Crown Vic's brakes failed.
As a result, Rock's car rolled backward, across Cantrell Boulevard and down and through an old, tree-ladened, fashionably quaint neighborhood of middle-class homes built by babyboomers seventy years earlier. The cop's inattention to this descent toward War Memorial Stadium and probable disaster baffled Rock, who had begun to wonder whether this was nothing but a dream.
Somehow, Rock managed to steer his car, still rolling in reverse, across Markham Street and around a sharp right turn between the stadium and the park's defunct golf course. Now on level ground, the car quickly decelerated and Rock was able to stop it against a chainlink fence stretched across the street.
The cop was gone. Indeed, Rock realized he had just awakened from a nightmare in which he was on the cusp of incarceration for driving while intoxicated. He knew it might take a while before he could drive his car again, so he pulled his golf clubs from the trunk and rolled them onto the closed golf course, where he began to look for the stretches of mowed grass scattered about.