Sometimes when I am driving I pretend they are after me.
Anyone going the opposite direction is an innocent, oblivious passer-by; they can't know that I’m on the run. It would foil the plan. Those behind me are the enemy. They hope to quietly apprehend me before I reach the state line. I floor it going uphill. I turn the corner at the stop sign. For a moment I've lost them, out of view. I slow a bit, enjoying the few seconds of a victory drive. Then, suddenly, there! In my rear view mirror there's another one! I reach over and turn up the radio, just a notch, and smile. I am Bonnie minus Clyde.
And they are never going to catch me.