Scotty nodded knowingly, as if the terrain difference wasn't too obvious, despite him wanting to laugh at the fact that Oliver had even bothered to mention it. "I'll be gentle," he said, smirking a bit. He liked the double entendre that came along with that one, even if he didn't say it.
"Tamiami Trail's across the bottom of Florida. It ends in Miami," he explained, finally moving to approach the snowmobile that Oliver had already checked. "It's a canal, or something. I think it's where they do the boat show, but it's been fucking years since I went." He left the implied with my dad out. "You been? To Miami, I mean."