NC Night Ride

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October Tuesday, just about bedtime. Took a late night drive in inky black central NC country. My soundtrack was the sole option offered...Def Lepard, Police, Rush, Frampton, and Foreigner. No street lights. No highway signs. No embedded road reflectors. Just me and my headlights in an arc, pacing along the dashed white lines to rock music. My soft black leather jacket seemed just right. There was no demarcation where the thick black corridor of woods would have silhouetted against the sky. Passed through a pungent cloud that in Cali would be colitus but here was a reminder of natural wildlife. Began praying no deer would launch out. It's primetime buck rutting season--they're crazed. And then, I turned off on my exit. There it was...a sole street light illuminating the deserted local Outlaws biker headquarters. Almost to my place, now.   What decade is it?   
​Welcome home, city girl. -- Jeannette Bondurant© 2024
Photo: günter, Pixabay