On a noble steed named Focus

The day was June 27th. The hour... early-ish. Mariko and I had finally began our cross-country trek. Luckily for us most of our belonging were on a semi-truck nearly to Ithaca before we even left our home, for neither of us wanted to have to drive a U-Haul across the unknown and untamed lands that are the Midwest and eastern USA. Our little Black Focus was nearly full, but with a clearance to see over the tops... I have no desire to be one of those people unable to see around them while driving.