flying in the deathcab

after a tasty dinner at poor richard's, i decide to head to denver. an old neighbor / friend of mine, kate, lives there. figure maybe i'll try to meet up with her. make a surprise thanksgiving day visit. hopefully, be well-recieved. might be nice to see a familiar face. spend some time with someone other than a complete stranger.

i leave after dark. a large stretch of the drive is at a fairly steep incline, even though denver is actually at a lower altitude than colorado springs. feels like i'm taking off in a plane. driving like this. at night. at this altitude. level with the mountaintops. the shimmering lights of the cities below, nestled in the blackness of night. hard to tell how fast i'm moving. feels like i'm flying without actually flying. the same sensation. if the deathcab only had wings...

or brakes?