Ferris Wheels. I see them. I’m Seventeen again. He and me. My first road trip, my senior summer. Hot, happy, stranded. Waiting in the desert outside Reno … 55 miles into the, “138 miles to the next gas station.” We didn’t make it to Reno that night, but settled instead for a cheap motel, a small carnival, pizza, two ice cream cones, a sunset … and the first time I learned that LOVE is the most beautiful ride of all.