I leaned my head back against the headrest and, opening the window as wide as it would go, let the warm evening breeze blow through my hair as the steady drone of the engine filled my ears. This stretch of road was quiet. So quiet, in fact, that I'd only seen two cars in the last hour, none in the last 20 minutes. I rounded a gentle curve and saw the road straighten out invitingly before me. After five hours in the car, the first half spent weaving my way through dense city traffic, the urge to speed was too much. Pressing my foot to the floor, I gave my sleek red Mustang the go-ahead, and we flew down that road, trees whipping by at a blinding pace. I laughed out loud at the rush of wind surrounding me, the freedom of being in the middle of nowhere, hindered by no one.
