I'm driving on Oleson, but it is a muddy track, as though in a plowed field. There is deep red mud on each side, and the road is deeply rutted in rich mud. I drive mostly in the ruts, but then I pilot into the deep mud in between, and intentionally slide and fishtail around a bit, having fun in the mud.

I come up to the crazy intersection at Beaverton-Hillsdale, and it's still a world of mud. I'm laughing as I wait for the light, but now I'm on a motorcycle, and Alona is my passenger.