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The first day, I considered an inconvenience of freeways through Ontario and Lower Michigan. Using web access to the Weather Network, a modernity Pirsig would not have been blessed, or perhaps, cursed with, I could anticipate meeting some rain. Storm cells dotted the map westward along my planned route. Sometimes it’s just better to damn the torpedoes. I flirted all day with the weather goddess, thwarting her moving labyrinth of black clouds. |