The colors red, white, and blue stand for  freedom . Unless they're flashing behind you on the road. This time though he wasn't driving. Just walking. Alongside a highway. The kind that runs through the country rather than one of those multi lane, split in the middle interstates.

From the start...

"Why aren't you doing the moves?"

It was a ethnically ambiguous slightly overweight girl with smooth skin in the seat behind him.

"Why aren't you doing the moves? Like everybody else." she asked again.

"I didn't know I wasn't doing them," he said."

"You aren't." she pointed at his hands. "See."

He looked down. He...

There's an imprisoning feeling that comes with the American car culture, although I bet when cars were becoming a mainstay of life, it was all about  freedom .

Drive whenever, wherever you want. Don't get stuck in crowds and be chained to public transit's timetables.

Because driving has been the default travel...