“I was driving down the mountain, the curveswere bad, I wasn't going slow, the daywas one of those that takes your breath away...On hilltops, I made believe I'd take offinto the absolute, but as I swervedagain and again...and as the sun'sautumnal, soporific light shone on...something gave in me and I let go—this driving need to make it all mean more.In time, I turned the wheel back to the road.”