"Not always, but sometimes when you're driving behind one another - climbing, descending, dipping, turning - it happens, and you are dancing. The cars are connected. Viscerally, not visibly. I think of a tango I saw in a Buenos Aires nightclub. The dance is in the moment. Time does not pass; the Now is simply extended like a held breath."

~Denise McCluggage, who seems to have had a birds eye view of my latest road trip...