When the Road Rises to Meet You

"may the road rise to meet you"

I was thinking of this the other day. We were driving from Tulsa to OKC one hot summer's day. We were, fortunately, in the left-hand lane of the four-lane highway, when we passed, in the right-hand lane, a wedge of highway that was elevated by at least a foot and a half. With bad luck, it would have been elevated like a launch-ramp. Worse, it was a wall in front of the next car to come at it.

This was before cells. All we could do was pray.

Sometimes, the road rising to meet you can be a bad thing.