Love on the Open Road … or The Opposite of Road Rage
I’ve found my soulmate … well, my driving soulmate anyway. He drove
a cobalt blue Mustang convertible with a tan top. We were with each
other lockstep down I-95. We saw an opening. He broke first for it. I
was right behind him. We saw a another opening and I broke first. He
followed. It was a bad move; he saw that and went back to the left
lane. He saved a spot for me. Another opening and I took it. My new
driving beaux didn’t and got stuck in a pack of slow moving cars. I wondered if he would be able to catch up again. Finally he emerged again to rejoin me. I
was sad when we parted ways at the I-295 split. Until we meet again.
