< Issue 2 > Road Master by Jenny Billings Beaver Our romance was NASCAR fast lasting only a few months before you left me for Minneapolis. You broke up with me in the front seat of my convertible. You weren’t ever coming back because you hated our roads here. Did you detest Billy Graham Pkwy when your plane landed? Did you despise 85 when you booked your hotel? What was wrong with 77 when I drove it to get to you? You made me breakfast off Carolina Lily ate lunch off 29, dinner on Harris Blvd told me you loved me on Highway 49… I know the 485 bypass wasn’t yet completed but I thought we were at least in the same lane. I hear Minnesota is nice, but crowded, that there are not a lot of places to park, that you sold your car soon after you got there.