The Desert
The summer turns Arizona into a roadway hotplate. I lather up some SPF 50 and soak my thrift store T’s with sweat driving from L.A. to El Paso. I love it. It’s a way to purge the troubles of the city. Somehow, everything slows down when I’m going fast.
Then the night comes. I leave the top down and the air is still warm, but a comfortable sort of warm. There’s not enough civilization to provide for any light, just blackness for hours, until finally I can see the dim glow of Santa Fe reflected off the clouds in the sky, still a hundred miles away
But, now It’s September and the threshold for top down night time desert driving has been reached. The day is still enjoyably and unbearably hot, but the night time chill and the wind at 80mph just ruins the drive. So my travel pace slows down now. I take these trips for the joy of the drive, so it just takes me longer to get there this season.
