Late at night, the horrors and frustration of driving in Nova melt away as the commuters reach their homes and the clogged and choked arteries of the capital's sprawling southwestern suburbs open up. Windows down, air conditioning off, you appreciate the warm breeze that feels like a casual embrace instead of the daytime's suffocating headlock. After midnight, when most blocks have no more than one other car on the road, and the infuriatingly timed traffic lights are switched to flashing yellow, you can finally realize that it can be fun to drive here. You can finally enjoy the rolling hills and valleys, random twists and turns alternating with open expressways. It feels like a completely different place.