Last night class only went half an hour because the test was a breeze. When I got out it was about 7:30. The sun was just setting and the sky was at that place where the sun is below the horizon but it's still light out. It was about seventy-five degrees and for some reason it actually wasn't terribly humid. I had the windows all the way down, and it's highway the whole way from class to my house, and they are on opposite sides of town from each other. Traffic was moderate to light, which meant that for the most part I had a straight shot where I wanted to go, and where I didn't, with a little weaving I could get where I wanted to go without slowing down. I actually had to take three different highways (which means lots of on and off ramps, fun), and at one point a detour required me to take an exit ramp ("medium right, tightens") to street traffic and then immediately get back on going the other way. The whole drive just seemed to flow. It was really nice. After a while, even though I was in town, I decided to open it up a bit just because it felt so good. I don't think I got over 100 but it sure was fun. I was co-driving in my head, imagining the pace notes I would call out for the road ahead. I do that a lot.