I crest the hill at 70 miles an hour. On the down slope I can see the town miles away and below me. The road is cradled by steep basalt walls and uninterrupted by driveways or arterials. Animals don’t cross here. It is arrow straight. In a word, perfect. It’s dark, there’s no moon in the sky tonight and no headlights or taillights ahead of me. 4th gear, throttle down. ...