If you time it right on East Colfax, late at night, the traffic lights get a slow pulse of red and green. The idea to drive at exactly forty, so you don’t have to stop at all, but Agathe likes to play differently. Gun it through the first one on its red edge and see if you can make it to the next, the next, all the way to the 70 ramp to catch the tail of the pulse before. Agathe whoops, then, and so do you: in the cancer that is Aurora, you, only you can go faster than light.
A story about The Union, published on Wednesday, January 18, 2006, at 7:41 am.