I see the logging road out of the corner of my eye.

A blur at speeds slightly above what is posted.

I debate and decide within a verse of the song playing on the radio.

Turn around and double back.

Navigate ruts and potholes.

Lose the radio and cell phone reception.

Imagine huge trucks blindly turning the corner as I turn on my running lights and struggle to hold the shoulder.

Second guess my decision.

See the long forgotten cemetery in the clearing up ahead.

Pull in and jump out.

Race ahead and look back.

See she is still standing by, allowing me this folly, ready to provide escape, waiting patiently to take me home.