The city is quiet tonight. I don't like it. Actually, I enjoy daytime driving more, zipping from one lane to another, cutting off other cars. Tonight, there is none of that. I do drive fast, maybe ten above the speed limit inside the city limits, faster as I break free of the city's bonds.

"So, you two aren't a couple then? And Sara, you're headed up to Ithaca. Where about there exactly? And David, you're just out for a long drive? I'm afarid I need more detail than that?"

I love the conversation. Besides getting to drive fast, it's one of teh best parts of the job- not that it's a great job, but dad was good enough to hook me up with it when I left college. Ah well.

I lose myself in thoughts and conversation as I continue to drive through the night. First down the interstate, later on a small state road toward, hopefully, David's destination.

I am cruelly wrenched from both conversation and thoughts alike, when teh car gives a sudden jerk and careens off the road into the ditch.

"Fuck, can this night get any better!?" I turn back to check out my fare. "You two okay?"