Suddenly I have a nearly irresitable urge. I need to drive. I need to drive west. I need to feel the solitude of a long drive down I-88 in Upstate New York. I need to watch the signs pass...Oneonta, Binghamton, Elmira, Buffalo, Rochester... I want to keep going. I want gas to be $1/gallon again; I want to stop at tiny gas stations; I want to buy Sobe and sticky buns; and I want to not gain weight anymore. I miss the road.