I was driving back home to Boston after a weekend with friends watching March Madness games down in DC, V1 Gen2 on duty, of course.
It was late and black dark when I hit I-95 in Rhode Island. Traffic was sparse and I was cruising easy. Then V1 spoke up. I couldn’t make out anything on either side of the highway—the darkness made it like driving into a closet—but I quickly got legal and waited for something to develop.
Not so far ahead, lurking in the median, was an enemy vessel all but invisible, waiting to pounce on whatever the fates brought along. Thanks to the V1 Gen2, my weekend avoided a buzzer-beater defeat.
William Costigan
Boston, MA