A night later than I planned, I was tooling down the mountain on Fang, heading toward Charlotte to pick up Bitsa and take a nice little vacation. Alone. I had hit I-85, and even after midnight, the traffic was heavy, big-rigs jockeying for position with buses, delivery trucks, family cars, and late-night commuters. Just outside [...]
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Published on May 16, 2012 09:00