I drove down to Tacoma yesterday to pick up the license plates for my new car. Construction delays on the freeway added an extra thrity or forty minutes to the trip. After I finally made it to the dealership and got the plates installed, I was feeling the need to just drive—anywhere as long as I could drive quickly and without delays.
As I approached Portland, I was trying to decide what my next step would be. Should I continue on to California, or maybe head toward the coast? Before I knew it, the freeway split and I looped around and was suddenly on my way back to Seattle. I took that as a sign that this was just going to be a nice day to spend some quality time with the car.