I guess I need a title.

Have you ever heard the urban legend about the girl in Detroit who, while walking, was run over on a lonely deserted street? The driver thought he had just hit a speed bump and kept driving, not knowing it was a teenage girl and he was dragging her along the highway, actually dragging the life out of her. Legend has it that if you drive over that stretch of road where she was killed, you can hear her frantic, panicked knocking on the outside of your car. As firm believers in the story, teenagers have been known to spend endless Saturday nights roaming along the streets of Detroit hoping to find that street and to hear that desperate knocking. Luckily, for me, I had not heard that story when this summer, my friend Christine and I, experienced an urban legend of our own.
It was a typical hot, humid, dull Houston evening. I had finally gotten my license two weeks earlier and was quite inexperienced with driving at night. Feeling the freedom of being able to get into the car and go ...