Driving along on the frontage road barely doing 25 mph. Something flashes and out of the corner of my eye there she is keeping up with me . Giving me that look, instinctly, I knew she was going race me. No, sorry you've got me mistaken for someone else . This back road is often used for drag racing . She kept glancing at me, I was starting to get nervous. All to soon the road turns into the freeway, I was concerned that she would try and cut me off, forcing me into evasive action. I drop back ever so slightly, matching me stroke for stroke, as I slowed so would she. Exhaust rising up in the cold night like billows from a chimney, drifting , blending and surrounding us like a milky blanket. The dynamics between us was mounting, never taking my eyes off the road. My air compressor released the excess air, it was if someone had fired a start gun the race was on cutting me off diagonally. I could see her breath as she exhaled with every stride . Through my windshield I could see her face . Turnning her head and looking directly at me. Yes, you live to see another sunrise , I say to her as she disappears into the darkness of the night.