Dubious Luxury

There is no better feeling than waking up when it is still dark out, renting a car for the day (I’m still saving up for a truck), and driving out of the city limits. The click-click of the left-hand blinker as I’m stopped on Massachusetts Avenue (like someone saying: “Ready! Set!”) and the “GO!” of turning onto Waterside Drive, knowing that now, I am escaping. Outlaw country playlist queued up on the Bluetooth, eyes on the road. I pass the Lincoln Memorial and turn right onto Arlington Memorial Bridge. After the folks headed to the airport peel away, I’m flying free onto Route 50 which becomes Route 29. Which becomes the countryside of Old Dominion.