You turn your headlights back on, and all you see is a road. Just asphalt. Just that.

And you pass a man waving semaphore flags indicating that the speed limit for this stretch is 45.

The Moonlite All-Nite is radiant green; a slab of mint light in the warm darkness. You squint when you see it, like it hurts your eyes, but it does not hurt your eyes. You park near the front door.