Indiana is called the Crossroads of America. Highways and railways cut through the state and can be found everywhere. Railways have declined over the years and now that state is left with this. Tall embankments where railroads once were. Now they are paths through woods with the occasional reminder that machines once passed through. Railroad ties, bits of coal, markers, broken up bridges, even graves, all mark these forgotten railways.
I remember when I first started driving, I hated highways. They freaked me out and I didn’t know how to work them. And now I drive them all the time. I love them. They’re fast and open and efficient. Now I’m an aggressive driver on these roads and I don’t give them a second thought. I fly down them, the road, the countryside and the other cars all a blur.