Velocity on a Rare Night

Posted on May 17, 2005 in Driving The Orange

I was on Santiago Canyon Road, the back road running behind a range of hills which appear to be linked to the Saddleback Range but are not. It was a rare night: there was no car humping me from behind and no car to molest into driving faster in front of me. Grieg’s Peer Gynt Suite blasted from the CD player. I did not watch my speed: I drove entirely by the feel of the road and the steering wheel, never exceeding a safe velocity. The oil stains, black-caulked cracks, and square pothole fills squirmed towards me. Over and over until I arrived at the turnoff for home.