At 12:15am, the morning of May 7th, I embarked on my return trip to school. With an hour remaining in my journey, while driving Country Road Number 3 in my 4-cylinder Suzuki, I found myself alone, in the dark, and in the midst of a thunderstorm. The juxtaposition of my radio playing the soothing sounds of ipr classical and the terror unfolding outside my windshield was reminiscent of many a horror film. I could not help but think to myself that if I die: drowned in a flash flood, crushed under a fallen tree, or electrocuted by lightning, at least I will have done so in a fashion worthy of an Oscar. Perhaps, my loss would motivate some to stick to their travel plans, commute in the light of day, or traverse roads more traveled—but we must ask ourselves: what would Robert Frost recommend?