I am no stranger to long road trips, of course, or long trips in general. I've been the long way 'round to the west coast by boat, long ago. But nothing pleases me more than a long solo road trip in an automobile. This counts as solo, as Epimetheus's two parts are happily at rest in the trunk. Ah, cars! The automobile is a miracle of human ingenuity, and damn fun. It represents autonomy and freedom. Everyone wants to know that if they had the guts, they could just get in that car and drive away into a new life.
I, of course, do everything backwards, and am instead driving to an old life. I should be in Seattle on Thursday, and I have a feeling Hera will want to see the situation at Tartarus enough to wrench herself away from corporate life.
-Athena
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