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i remember as a boy i would rack my brain thinking about freeways. cars and cars and cars. of course, i wasn't more than five or six, but it was like contemplating the vastness of space. that young, i imagined it as some great big race everyone was a part of to some place far beyond my experience. i would lay in bed and think about who was winning and how he or she probably got up really early in the morning to get there.