Signal Mountain in a Chevy

Do you remember we drove up Signal Mountain one night in that black S-10 I had? Do you remember the storm - the little truck getting nudged across the double yellow lines over and over by the wind, the autumn leaves thick in the air like bats swarming out of a cave in an 80s movie, the splintering rain on the windshield? Wasn't there hail at one point? What the hell were we doing up there anyway? I don't remember. I only remember thinking I might never stop driving - that maybe we could just keep going and the storm and the mountain might go on forever and that would be just fine.