This toll road is a winding stream that you can see curve up into the hills blazing white against the green-brown, and you come down a hill doing 80 and the valley opens up and you can see the road curving up into the hills and you can see a massive suburban sprawl in the hills, their westward-facing windows glinting from the late afternoon sun. This is the road that all roads should be like. They can't of course. They can't. But they should. Many speed on the toll road. Not as enforced there. Not as much population. Past the suburban hills is nothing for a while. A good sight in a place like this. And the wind roars against the car because the road is wide open and there is nothing to shield it. And the desolation and the wind and the speed and it feels like...by god it feels like anarchy. However obscure of an association that is.
You do have to pay. So it is not the holy grail road, no.
But there are certain moments here that inspire that feeling, that feeling like...ok...this is good. This is fine. This I don't get to see so often. Or feel. This is alright.
Whatever that fleeting moment is worth.
