As we drove north on Interstate 77, the road began elevating slightly and I knew it would not be long until we hit the stretch of road that begins the 8-mile climb into the mountains of the state I call home.
As we cruised, I noticed the vehicle began to adjust to the new elevation and that maintaining the speed was just a little more difficult. The wiper blades seemed to be keeping the beat with the song on the radio as rain welcomed us to the climb.
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