There’s nothing better than a nice long drive as the sun goes down. Highway 59, my favorite highway, rushes by me. There’s fifteen miles of dust and desert and dark between me and home. I roll the windows down and hang my arm out so it taps against the truck door. I‘m rounding a bend when I see you in the flash of my headlights. You’re sitting on the hood of your little gray sedan, your headlights pointing into the empty...