The open road, a truck, and my woman. I felt ready to write a country song about it. Of course, in the song, I’d have to be wearing boots instead of sneakers. And Michelle would have to trade in her faded, thrift-store Sex Pistols tee for a fitted, button-down, plaid blouse. I preferred my life to the imaginary song version of it. I had driven the road between Arcata and San Francisco before. A few times, in fact. But it looked more beautiful now than it had in the past—which was quite a feat, considering how naturally beautiful it already was. But now, the hills seemed more lush, the green of the pine trees deeper and brighter. Everything just felt bigger, better, and more alive when I was with Michelle. That was the simple fact of the matter. When she was with me, it didn’t matter what we were doing—I felt like I was seeing everything with fresh eyes. I noticed every brilliant detail I had glossed over before. Partway through the drive, I saw one of the signs that marked a scenic view spot and pulled off the highway.
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