
This stretch goes strangely quiet at night. I always slow down here. Don't ask why.
I replaced your brakes last week. They were still fine, though.
I've been looking into a few accident records from that stretch. Let's meet sometime.
Behind the wheel, I never saw a thing.

This stretch goes strangely quiet at night. I always slow down here. Don't ask why.

Lately I go down thirty minutes before we leave and test the brake lights alone. The shop foreman laughed, so I told him it's just age.
The waits run long now, so I open a map instead of the radio. Memorizing three routes to the same destination makes the night a little less frightening.

For the first time in twelve years, I handed the car key to someone else. My hand felt empty all evening. I went down to the parking lot twice.