Driving at midnight

July 17, 2008 - Thursday

Ever since summer finally kicked in - though you wouldn't know it at the moment, since it's gray and raining outside, again - I've become really fond of driving at night. Driving home from Birmensdorf over the Albis at 11 o'clock at night when there's a warm wind blowing is something else. Especially on the Knonauer side of the mountain, where ribbons of mist and dew hover over the road, catching the beam of my headlights and getting washed away as I drive through. If it weren't such a lame metaphor, I'd say it's like flying. Another neat thing about driving at night, on any road, is that there's almost no one out. Even in the City, if you know where the flash boxes are, you can whiz through roads that'll take you half an hour to get down the next morning when you go to work. Nico and Kevin are talking about doing some more night tours of the passes, like last year, because then nobody's out, if a car happens to stray up there you'll know it coming by the headlights, and you can go as fast as you want because there are no cops and no dang tourists with their RVs out. So far, though, the plan is just talk, until Kevin's Duke runs again. Which'll be Saturday, I hope.